Not even buried yet
how easily they forget
they see themselves
in your shoes and clothes
kids playing war
with childhood innocence
so far from this game
where spades and hearts
turn names and numbers
we're torn apart
one man holds the tide
in the first broadcast
who denied the sight
of opportunity of possibility
and in the wreckage
clenched in your arms
a warm reality
a faint certainty
one man holds the tide
wars fought in voting lines
As another life passes on
so much to carry so much to sit right
one man denied the plan
are we all waiting for the
right one above to fall
hope spent on destruction
turns fire and consumes us all
were they waiting
when you went down?
did she say I love you
what did she say?