War Cries

[Mendelson Shape]

veteran's pride,
right, to the dog's side,
my crisp suit,
fresh as always,
morning salute

valor, fame,
doesn't matter,
always the same,
that's for the youths,
their goal,
not mine anymore,
too old

my flag,
my symbol,
a cause,
so simple,
our country,
our friends,
real patriots,
till the end

we made it safe,
we made it ours,
to raise our states,
hoist our towers,
and hope it remains,
forevermore,
so no more friends or loved ones in vain,
could get the note
that they won't be coming home...
ever again