what is given is gone
what was and is not
no longer no more
nor worth half the spot
that the moments of past
have entirely taken up
overcrowded
between the should'ves and would'ves i'm stuck

the seed that doesn't bloom
in the field that never thrives
in the country that buries children
in a world that never cries
i'll shed my tear
and i'll burn the flag
i'll never find a home
my faith torn right in half

if i cry no more
i pray to God
will it ever bring you back