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.