Raunch
15th February 2003, 23:19
Veterans Day
I stand here among the black wall of death
slowly tracing the memories of my past
gazing at the reflection of my comrades
as we shed a tear of remembrance
I close my eyes and 473 days of hellish visions
flood the mental barrier that has stood intact for 365
I stand here among the black wall of death
and wonder if my son will one day
by an etching on a piece of paper
by the heart of his loved one
Fallen Star
It is the siren's song luring street urchins
from crystal palaces into cement cemeteries
It is the smell of rotten nourishment
replacing memories of sweet aromas
It is the laughing faces and pointing fingers
which replace the mothers' embrace
It is the reoccurring nightmare which is his reality
that makes him wish it was just a dream.
I stand here among the black wall of death
slowly tracing the memories of my past
gazing at the reflection of my comrades
as we shed a tear of remembrance
I close my eyes and 473 days of hellish visions
flood the mental barrier that has stood intact for 365
I stand here among the black wall of death
and wonder if my son will one day
by an etching on a piece of paper
by the heart of his loved one
Fallen Star
It is the siren's song luring street urchins
from crystal palaces into cement cemeteries
It is the smell of rotten nourishment
replacing memories of sweet aromas
It is the laughing faces and pointing fingers
which replace the mothers' embrace
It is the reoccurring nightmare which is his reality
that makes him wish it was just a dream.