We’ve flown under memorial stars
Covering our lost love soldiers
But not the remaining scars
Red the color bled
White the fight pursued
Blue the trumpeted tune
Came the casket
The final wound
Surrounded by color guards
Deaths 21 rifle song plays
His remaining platoon sang
Ode to a hero soul we owe
A wife and child trial beside his grave
And the Chaplin
And the marching parade
Escort the sunset
Into the next day
Where another son will lay
Hooray for the red white and blue
The total cost of the family minus you
As the soldiers all fade away
At home it’s not just another day
Her direction for life loses its way
Though both knew a price might be paid
Life is much harder from the grave
Real goodbyes were just fantasies
When real life loses its amnesty
The dirt, the worst of the pain
