We Still Carry Through The Years

It's Time To Live And Let Go

by Nat


Something worth fighting for
Doesn’t always have to be right
In these cases your side of the truth
May not be all that might.
Carry out a soldier’s duty
Across the navy platoon
When are you coming home?
She’s hoping it’ll be soon.
Faith is strewn through your soul
Never will it come to pass
But one day will it waver?
Nothing usually ever lasts.
But one truth of the fire
You seem to still remember
Oh you dirty little liar
Just tell your story’s proof.
And we shall blast your name
In graffiti on the walls
And twenty-one guns sound off
Twenty, nineteen, eighteen
Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen
Fourteen, thirteen, twelve,
Eleven, ten, nine, eight,
Seven, six, five, four
Three, two, one.
I hear the cavalry coming.
Was it too late?