The cloud of dust encircles me
the darkness my only friend...
Our time has come! Fearless
We stand on the edge...
Eighty fourth floor,
twelve people trapped...
Our soldiers die on foreign land
Beseeched by words of hollow truce...
I wish I may,
I wish I might...
As so many want to fall and taste the end,
Instead of rising and uplift to knight the light...
Follow my will for it shall guide you
you shall see what I know many gifts...
The stripes represent the
original 13 colonies and...
The whites and the reds fought till they were...
Some still are not free, but we are not through...
Hey now can't you see,
what the Army has done to me...
I kiss my momma good-bye
Tell her not to cry...
Carry me
down to the aisle...