Red buses line the street
as far as the eye can see...
Our government tells us to fight
But arrogance is the race...
He was dancing, through and through
To a rhythm no one knew...
She wanted to tell him.
how much she loved him...
--I was rather amused to find 'patrotic poems...
Oh, say can you see...
He walks with pride as he marches down
the enemy line...
Red, white, and blue she stands
Adorned with stars...
He joined the Army to become a man
He never dreamed at 18...
Not one person knew his name
A lonely soldier who die that day...
I'm sure I've changed not for the good
I mean after five years I would...
Acrid fumes creep in the blue sky.
The world is white with dust...
I choose to remember.
I choose to remember those who fought in the war...