Their Last Who-rah
Is life just a puzzle unfinished in a frame? Little pieces scattered
on a board too cluttered to even hang.
The morality of mendacious men that morbidly kill our ken.
For those who die a single stone to mark their graves. Saying this
poor soul died real brave.
A hero's welcome to all that live. For their family and country
there lives they'd give.
Yet clusters of unforgiving thoughts are still plastered with
the wars they've fought.
So cold the flame that burns within, ignited by a
gust of wind.
Bricks so tall they've built a wall, so they can't hurt anyone else,
but who's gonna save them from themselves?
Families left to deal with the pain the war has left behind,
searching for the one that left but never seem to find.
Unknowingly saying their last who-rah!
Unknowingly saying their last who-rah.
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