When it happened
we all felt the pain...
Starting as an infant
I noticed many things from a distance...
As we pledge to our soldiers
Who are out on the battlefield...
I carry a gun and have killed men before,
It's not very fun to walk through that door...
Sitting in her home office,
a pristine, spotless, organized space...
Endless fields of crosses
Stretch out from where I stand...
I sit among the marble columns
And gaze down endless rows...
The pride so many men were led by
So many tribes were built of...
Living here in USA where the memories stay
Remain loyal and true, or die under the red white...
They tell us not to worry
we will be OK...
I would go through insanity for you
Fought in a war for you...
The generations of people who has died for us
Pain, suffering, and depression for us...