The land I’ve seen but once means more to me
Than the realm called home today
It is folly to deny these bonds for I am naught
But a figure from your clay
I wish I felt something more than simply numb
To the painful, bloody imagery
These hills my fathers praised, I must avoid
Yet, your everlasting cities call to me
As your immortal soul is ripped apart
I live mundane life quietly
I wear your children’s tired, worn out eyes
But only share my aid and sympathy
Shall I deny my soul to save my soul
Shall I surrender with white to save the blue
They do not understand that you are tightly sown together
They do not understand that I am sown together too.
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- JoinedJuly 2011
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