Remember when we were young?
We talked of love, life, and songs unsung.
Now we talk of battles sprung,
And friends that died by coal miner's lung.

One drink we have to remember,
And once again to fight the weather.
Remembering our times together,
In this oh so bleak December.

Remembering our good friend Saul.
Beside out brothers we did crawl.
Mortar shot was our close call,
but for him his final fall.

We drink to Keith and James and Floyd
Who's childhoods war destroyed .
They now rest in the great void,
While we sit here, drunk, unemployed.

Now the cold flintlock requests.
Our minds the alcohol possess.
Gun to the temple feel the stress.
And the trigger I did press,
And with a bullet my soul confess/

Broken glass of a window pane;
Broken home and a widow's pain.
Tears hang off a foreclosure notice;
The ones who are left hurt the most, ever noticed?

Easiest way is the one seen before;
Today her daughter will only be four.
Her daughter's aunt will raise her sure;
She heads for the cold forsaken shore.

Jagged rocks and gulls pass by;
On the cliffs, her last good bye.
One step, her love she longs to see;
Her limp body soon claimed by the sea.

I transpose a verse in perfect harmony.
Specks of self-loathing fall from pitch and pattern.
Words backfire, break, and delude,
Into nothing more than a harmony.

I break apart a God complex larger than myself,
But still find I am the root of an apathetic religion.
I am broken, brittle, taut, but untaught,
I am nothing more than myself.

I speak to ears from days of lore.
I send for memories ago.
Passages forgotten, buried, and bruised,
Forgotten with the word of *your.