Living here in USA where the memories stay
Remain loyal and true, or die under the red white...
Why are we at war dad?
My son ask of me...
After a long day his desk is now clean
bills, and proposals are all he's seen...
You lie on your bed
Head heavy, nauseous, dizzy...
Real fear
real pain...
I hear America screaming, the terror in each...
Those of the families, their pain echoed in our...
Our government tells us to fight
But arrogance is the race...
War
so sad war...
When I look up at the sky,
I some how see your face...
Strange these feelings I'm feeling
Strange are these days that are passing...
Red buses line the street
as far as the eye can see...
He walks with pride as he marches down
the enemy line...