Phony crosses
Phony faith
Around my neck as a favor
I have sworn to keep it safe
No I'm not religious
No I'm not Christian
For you my friend you must know
I'll keep it with me
Even if turned to stone
When you come home seek me out
For you I will have your hold your last hope
Your token of luck
It may seem silly to those around
That a cross on a chain of silver would indeed be profound
But it was in the hands of those who you loved
The dying ones passing on their unused days of good luck