You lie on your bed
Head heavy, nauseous, dizzy...
--I was rather amused to find 'patrotic poems...
Oh, say can you see...
He walks with pride as he marches down
the enemy line...
Crouching in the long lost leaves
thousands of warriors...
Red, white, and blue she stands
Adorned with stars...
He was dancing, through and through
To a rhythm no one knew...
Strange these feelings I'm feeling
Strange are these days that are passing...
After a long day his desk is now clean
bills, and proposals are all he's seen...
I'm sure I've changed not for the good
I mean after five years I would...
When I look up at the sky,
I some how see your face...
I will be something,
Life will have meaning...
Celebrate this endless love
Throw confetti in the air...