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/
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 11:50 PM UTC
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/
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