He held sword high
through the blistering fight...
September 11th has come and gone.
Four years it has been since the nation was...
Soldiers dieing
Children crying...
An exhausted soldier leans on his sword
On the bloody field of battle...
Why are we at war dad?
My son ask of me...
For all the Americans who are not prepared to...
Life is but a moment...
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...