Meet me halfway
I do battle with these war cries.
Are you mesmerized?
Or just hurt by these tears of love spreading through these sad eyes.
Same story politicians want the glory my brother died there but I know that he really did it for me.
Your dog tags are what I hang from a mirror.
So when I see myself I see you and that's clear.
Hear my war cry hear me till the day I die.
So you can meet me at the gates and do that handshake with the high-five.