13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi ★★★★★

You can run, you can run
But you will never, ever run
Truly free
Oh, it breaks my heart
Unbridled future's not the plane we see
I remind myself
That I still want to grow old
From recklessness
To blanket and bowl
Finding a home

You can run, you can run
But there will always be a pull at the rein
From the heart to the head
There is a wilderness of thought
Like a wish, like a hope
That I know can not come true
I remind myself
That sometimes it's the things we don't do
That define us too

-The Orbweavers