|| Eh, open rp I guess. Michael sits on a tree stump alone next to a campfire. With his acoustic guitar in hands, he clears his throat and begins to strum the instrument. He said Son, have you seen the world? Well, what would you say if I said that you could? Just carry this gun and youll even get paid. I said That sounds pretty good. Black leather boots Spit-shined so bright They cut off my hair but it looked alright We marched and we sang We all became friends As we learned how to fight A hero of war Yeah thats what Ill be And when I come home Theyll be damn proud of me Ill carry this flag To the grave if I must Because its a flag that I love And a flag that I trust I kicked in the door I yelled my commands The children, they cried But I got my man We took him away A bag over his face From his family and his friends They took off his clothes They pissed in his hands I told them to stop But then I joined in We beat him with guns And batons not just once But again and again A hero of war Yeah thats what Ill be And when I come home Theyll be damn proud of me Ill carry this flag To the grave if I must Because its a flag that I love And a flag that I trust She walked through bullets and haze I asked her to stop I begged her to stay But she pressed on So I lifted my gun And I fired away The shells jumped through the smoke And into the sand That the blood now had soaked She collapsed with a flag in her hand A flag white as snow A hero of war Is that what they see Just medals and scars So damn proud of me And I brought home that flag Now it gathers dust But its a flag that I love Its the only flag I trust He said, Son, have you seen the world? Well what would you say, if I said that you could? https://youtube/watch?v=_DboMAghWcA
Posted on: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 22:18:38 +0000
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