| Not Knowing what he had got into, only following the sheep
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| The message sent for his deployment at only twenty-three
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| Promised to be there for a short time
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| His mother looks at photos
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| Passed down from a family tradition;
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| Her head lies on her lap…
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| I’ll never be sure exactly what it means
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| To serve and protect us from «enemies»
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| They make sure we’re scared
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| To justify this ugly, bloody mess
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| It’s less than your pride, it’s suicide at best
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| The waiting fills her with delusion and memories gone by
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| «How could I give life to my baby and then let him go die?»
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| But with this joke administration where no one is exempt
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| It’s not your fault and never will be
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| Don’t hold love in contempt…
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| I feel like I’m lost, drowning out at sea
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| Surrounded by space with no regard for sympathy
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| She sees the parade of victory and war that wasn’t won
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| «I'm not coming home.» |
| «He's my only son.»
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| If an angel earns its wings every time somebody dies
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| Then todays the angels black out the blue sky |