There was one man fighting in the crowds,
He stood straight and tall.
He was fighting for the people he loved,
The people he would die for.
And he sure died for them.
He died for his little boy, just a mere month old.
He died for his wife, who was the love of his life.
And he sure died for them.
He was a parent never to be.
Yeah, he was a parent never to be.
Taken away from the one they love,
Becoming a parent never to be.
Loving and watching from a distance.
Never to be real.
Only alive in memories.
She was running through the battle, fighting the crowd to find him.
Her feet stopped when she saw him fall.
A person she would have died for was gone.
The little boy sleeping at home would never know this great man.
His own father.
Towards her back a spell was aimed and fired.
She died for them, never to know her son as well.
She was a parent never to be.
Yeah, she was a parent never to be.
Taken away from the one they love,
Becoming a parent never to be.
Loving and watching from a distance.
Never to be real.
Only alive in memories.
He was younger than he had been;
Less scars and wrinkles.
There were the friends he had lost.
There was his wife.
She was the same as ever;
Killed at the prime of her life.
There was her father, killed in the fighting.
There was her husband.
They were parents never to be.
Yeah, parents never to be.
Taken away from the one they love,
Becoming a parent never to be.
Loving and watching from a distance.
Never to be real.
Only alive in memories.
Parents never to be.
Yeah, parents never to be.