Victims of War

I see my father drenched in blood
I try to hate, but feel only love
Love for him, for all we shared, until that filthy bastard dared
To put a bullet in his head

I see my brother in the fray, he will not come home from war today
M.I.A., we know his fate, but still they search, and still we wait
He's never found, to no surprise, tears swell up in my mother's eyes
Is it really worth the pain?

I see my mother, filled with grief, she mourns and mourns, feels no relief
Her tears they fall upon Old Glory, my father's casket where he lies, mangled and gory
Its hard to believe just months ago, she held his hand, she didn't know
That death called his name

I see myself, gun in hand, scared and alone, in a foreign land
I promised her I'd come back home, from the battlefield I was to roam
I came home inside a box, on her front door she heard a knock
"He died with honor, brave and true, I would be proud if I were you"

Through their deaths they left for me, a proud and noble legacy
It led me to a six foot hole, where I lay, dead and cold
It was the same for so many others
I feel for them all, my sisters and brothers
Victims of war, we died with honor
But nothing is quite the same as life
"Imagine all the people, sharing all the world"
-John Lennon
Closing lines felt a little forced, but if the music is as good as the writing holy **** man that was awesome.

Easily the best lyrics I've ever read on UG. If you lost somebody in the war I'm sorry bro, 2 of my buddies are over there... **** Iraq.
"You can drink an ugly chick hot, but you can’t drink a fat chick skinny."

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