• Along the tree leaves
    sits the ashes of what's come to be
    The Remnants of war
    A man made disease

    We have fought for our survival
    We Have killed for our gain
    No grace from a god
    These dead lie in shame

    The greatest generations
    Smashed into urban decay
    The children of the flower
    Lives weaved into a dismay

    We Asked them to be heroes
    To come back in the soonest day
    All we shall receive
    A letter of their passing away

    And so we may ask ourselves
    Is this what patriots do?
    To march the steps of justice
    Into the memories of Me and you