Little boy dressed in green
held a picture up to me...

Pictures of them fill my walls
faces without a name...

Alone on the shelf,
dust all around...

That used to be me up there in his arms
now I watch from a distance as I'm replaced in his...

He pled guilty to the charges
the court room roared with chears...

Someone to play catch with,
on sunny afternoons...

I don't recall the words he said,
Or the look upon his face...

My brothers fighting for this land,
He thinks it is worth the loss...

They say i look like him,
maybe i just can't see it...

There was no time,
time for fun...

Sorry bout the car dad,
the tree looked like a twig...

My name is just a memory
One you'll soon forget...