Those sunny Heavens did shine down on us
That smultery midday July the fourth...

I write your name in the sand
With these teardrops that I cry...

Another soilder is in Heaven
Proudly wearing his uniform...

From the laying down of the letters
Into affectionate worded lines...

If there was no favor from God
He never sent his only Son...

Pain is as pain does
Casual discomfort for everyone...

As I sit here in my plastic dungeon
Locked away from all society...

If you happen to find my heart
Would you please return it to me...

Precious and priceless
Yet tender and frail...

Let's pause for a second
And rewind some time...

I am a lead pencil
I spit out the words...

Red lava rivers spit firy flames
Stinging the surface of the Moon...