Your home for the weekend
When everyone wants to see you...
Someday this dormant patriot
will be forced out into the world...
I picture the green hills,
The lovely country roads...
Why do new born babies die when the old still live
Why is there no rain, yet remains green lawns...
One last vent in the mirror
The walls are getting clearer...
Corks of Wine bottles, pop!
A soldier gets shot...
As I sit here and reflect back
On September 11...
You die for freedom.
So we can live in it...
The cold shadows of eve
A new winters fall...
Sadistic points of view
Warped state of mentality...
Is this what we've come to believe;
That death is right if theres a cause...
The hatred in this world
Is hard to bare...