We cry for
our youth, lost
beyond these
pleasant shores
sent out to
fight the shadows
in
commitment to others’ laws.
As another
flag draped coffin
sails down tear
flooded streets,
one more
community bows their heads
to the drum’s
slow beat.
We’ve brought
back so many brave hearts
in parts
from foreign places
and shed so
many tears we feel
they’re
tattooed on our faces.
Brought back so many brave hearts
so tender in their years
lost the ones we care for
and shed too many tears.
