A broad incision sits across the evening
A victim to our fathers lost war
The restless children sit and mourn the graves
Of those theyve never seen before
Will they be buried here among the dead
In the silent secret

The pioneers
In dealing they march for dawn of will and worthy
The truth be told the child was born

Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
Well have you dead pretty soon
Sincerely written from my brothers blood machine
Man your own battle station
Well have you home pretty soon

Awake through motion
With curiosity to curtain your first move
Over arms length theyll break protocol
Jealous envy for the youngest ones
To be the hero is all Ill ask
Can I be buried here among the dead with room to honor me here in the end
Youll be better off too soon
Youll be better off when you get home

For you
Id do anything just to make you happy hear you tell me that youre proud of me
For them
Ill kill anything cut the throats of babies for them break their hearts for they were them
Waiting for you to say
I love you too

The navigator
The pilot
Her favorite
The one they call the vision that bares the gift

Will
Do the children really understand the things you did to them
Why oh why should they conjure up the will
For you my love I would kill
Him

In the seventh turning hour
Should the victims shadow fall
Will the irony grow hungry
With victory and all they sought for
We were one among the fence
One among the fence