The flag on flagpole hill
Is in three pieces now
The man that pulled it up and down
Is underneath the ground
The wind caught tiny tears
And pulled them to the core
But no one's there to care anymore
The explanation letter
That just did not explain
The reason for the falling out of
Love and in again
With another woman who
Just happened to be near
Is in sixteen pieces floating in the air
Mind and body ready
To take the burden on
He traveled to the battlefield
Became a loaded gun
Three brutal tours complete
His body battered, worn
His dreams like waking nightmares, endless war
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