| [00:20] | And on tides we can't be untouched by |
| [00:26] | Of troubles stay when lids lay over eyes |
| [00:38] | The frames and faces I've mistaken |
| [00:43] | For kids whose lives I may have taken |
| [00:50] | And if so, do I haunt their parents' dreams? |
| [00;58] | And in so, am I summarized by sounds |
| [01:06] | of young lung screams? |
| [01:14] | Their young one's screams |
| [01:33] | And of war bonds and blood stained hands |
| [01:38] | Combat neurosis shys from indica strands |
| [01:49] | And it breaks my mother's heart |
| [01:54] | to know I came back broken |
| [01:59] | With the thought of my arms spilt open |
| [02:11] | And if so, would I bring their parents' peace? |
| [02:19] | And if so, could I give back the sounds |
| [02:26] | of their children's screams? |
| [02:32] | Let go of what I've seen |
| [03:23] | And if so, do I haunt their parents' dreams? |
| [03:31] | And in so, am I summarized by sounds |
| [03:39] | of young lung screams? |
| [03:46] | Their young one's screams |