forever stayStaring out into the shadow of blackknowing all too well we cannot go backfor our home is long gone across the enemy lineburned into my memory, a day to definethe saints from the heroes stained in bloodboot prints traced indefinitely in the muddamned fine war is it nota simple day that will not be forgota say of sorrow and a day of loss gravestones left to be covered in mosshow can i forget a single moment left behindin a ditch in someone else's mindthat a hero i shall never truly besince the only past i have, i try to fleefor i am not the person they want to believefor all i seek is a gentle reprievefrom the g