His eyes they closed and his last breath spoke he had seen all to be seen a life once full now an empty vase wilt the blossoms on his early grave walk away me boys walk away me boys and by morning well be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise whats left of the flag for me then the rosary beads count them 1 2 3 fell apart as they hit the floor in a garb of black we must pay respect to the color we were born to mourn walk away me boys walk away me boys and by morning well be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise whats left of the flag for me In its place grew an angry festered wound full of hatered and remorse where I pick and scratch till the blood it matched silent rage that now fills my lungs for there are many ways to kill a man they say with bayonet, axe or sword but son a bullet fired from a shapeless guise just put the shell of a Thompson gun walk away me boy walk away me boys and by morning well be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise whats left of the flag for me from the east out to the western shore where many men and many more will fall but no angel flies with me tonight though freedom reigns on all and curse the name for which we slaved our days so every men chose Kingdom Come But sure as night turns day its the passion play oh my god what have they done with madmans rage well they dug our graves but the dead rise again you fools walk away me boy walk away me boys and by morning well be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise whats left of the flag for me walk away me boy walk away me boys and by morning well be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise whats left of the flag for me
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 02:21:51 +0000
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