I could put my head in a noose
To set my thoughts loose
The one’s that must choose
To honor what mother hoped to produce
Or what freedom would lose
If I cut my tongue out with my fears

Between the time that naked bodies were born
And the sound of a terrifying horn
We learned of heroes to mourn
And enemies to scorn
Unknowing which badge to adorn
Would it be of laughter or of tears?

Men speak with assurance over destiny
Others mock those of certainty
While he buried his Father on Wednesday
Telling his best friend on Friday
Wondering why we walk so proudly
When we always lose no matter our years

The schemes of men immune to widowing their brides
Walking ashore as we lay, subject to the tides
That do not know the history of our lies
Or the spoken truth that only divides
While those who are weak must choose sides
And decide which voice it is that a saved man hears