Where were you mommy when I was a boy
Christmas and birthdays, you never sent a toy...

Once upon a time I found this little bird
laying there injured, looking absurd...

In the war of your hope I believe I'm losing
why is it death that you may be choosing...

Ever driven through the country in the early...
when flowers pop out and baby birds to sing...

I'm so scared to go back home
go back to the place i used to roam...

I,Steven Patrick Gallenstein,
do solemnly swear that I will support and defend...

When I got home I had an email
what it said made my heart sail...

I talked to you again today
the words you wrote I heard you say...

I don't no why I couldn't stop,
I just sat there she was on top...