Pomp And Circumstances

When I was born I lost When I was freed I fought Now that I'm loved I'm caught Between the rest and this tragic mess An invited guest Torn broken and frayed Oh don't we face War sunshine and grace Oh won't you stay For a while We can fail in style I can hold your smile For a while What was once new now gone What was once praised now wrong As they go we can say we know But what do we know But war sunshine and grace Oh don't we take What's bitter to taste Torn broken and frayed Don't we face War sunshine and grace Won't you stay 'Cause I won't tell I won't tell a soul That I'm mad as hell Torn broken and frayed I'm torn broken and frayed no I'm cold worn out and shamed