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