He holds the photo in his hands
A smiling little blonde...
The generations of people who has died for us
Pain, suffering, and depression for us...
I would go through insanity for you
Fought in a war for you...
They tell us not to worry
we will be OK...
Living here in USA where the memories stay
Remain loyal and true, or die under the red white...
The pride so many men were led by
So many tribes were built of...
I sit among the marble columns
And gaze down endless rows...
Endless fields of crosses
Stretch out from where I stand...
Sitting in her home office,
a pristine, spotless, organized space...
For all the Americans who are not prepared to...
Life is but a moment...
Why are we at war dad?
My son ask of me...
Two towers standing tall
Black Ashes begin to fall...