Letras:
Rise Against The Good Left Undone

In fields where nothing grew but weeds, I found a flower at my feet, Bending there in my direction, I wrapped a hand around its stem, I pulled until the

In fields where nothing grew but weeds, I found a flower at my feet, Bending there in my direction, I wrapped a hand around its stem, I pulled until the

In fields where nothing grew but weeds, I found a flower at my feet, Bending there in my direction, I wrapped a hand around its stem, I pulled until

men Hired the lovelorn veteran The killers rode out through the governor?s gates The Veteran left camp ?fore the rising sun No killer he?d left other work undone