Post by TKei on Apr 23, 2012 23:04:58 GMT -5
Three times a blast
The words came quickly
As the radio played a sad song
It was going to happen
And nothing could be done
Three times a blast
There was a sense of unity
But that unity was forced
There was no choice
Only obligations
Three times a blast
They welcomed us with open arms
As we stepped onto their soil
They greeted us with gifts
Gifts of fire and of lead
Three times a blast
Standing next to each other
We were bathed in blood
The blood of our brothers
The blood of men
Three times a blast
Why didn't we stop
That which we never chose to start
And why can't we accomplish
That which we always wished to do
Three times a blast
Those answers never came
So we never ceased
We tore them to the ground
And beat them to the dirt
Three times a blast
But those lives saved
We're no greater than those lost
The fire and steel and lead
Did not pay the price
As we lay in the sand
Bleeding our final drops
I heard a brother say
"My blood will paint a flag"
I asked him a question
While he could still respond
I asked about his family
And he told me their story
When he was eight
His mother left him
On his fifteenth birthday
His father was murdered
His brother died of cancer
Only three years after
His uncle cared for him
Until he met his wife
They moved to a small town
Where they raised two kids
But in a robbery gone wrong
Each was shot dead
No Stars and Stripes could save him
Or bring his family back
No flag could stop the bleeding
But the blood could paint a flag
The words came quickly
As the radio played a sad song
It was going to happen
And nothing could be done
Three times a blast
There was a sense of unity
But that unity was forced
There was no choice
Only obligations
Three times a blast
They welcomed us with open arms
As we stepped onto their soil
They greeted us with gifts
Gifts of fire and of lead
Three times a blast
Standing next to each other
We were bathed in blood
The blood of our brothers
The blood of men
Three times a blast
Why didn't we stop
That which we never chose to start
And why can't we accomplish
That which we always wished to do
Three times a blast
Those answers never came
So we never ceased
We tore them to the ground
And beat them to the dirt
Three times a blast
But those lives saved
We're no greater than those lost
The fire and steel and lead
Did not pay the price
As we lay in the sand
Bleeding our final drops
I heard a brother say
"My blood will paint a flag"
I asked him a question
While he could still respond
I asked about his family
And he told me their story
When he was eight
His mother left him
On his fifteenth birthday
His father was murdered
His brother died of cancer
Only three years after
His uncle cared for him
Until he met his wife
They moved to a small town
Where they raised two kids
But in a robbery gone wrong
Each was shot dead
No Stars and Stripes could save him
Or bring his family back
No flag could stop the bleeding
But the blood could paint a flag