Brother killing brother, father slaying son. From the looks of this old graveyard, hell nobody really won.

Brother killing brother, father slaying son. From the looks of this old graveyard, hell nobody really won.

Somehow it all got too out of hand, too complicated for a simple man. Don't want to have to pick and choose, hey, look at all these things I'll never use.

I can't save them by myself, oh but God forbid that I just turn my head and walk on by. Don't let me be a stranger to those less fortunate than I.

Some say this country's just out looking for a fight, after 9/11 man, I'd have to say that's right.

Have you forgotten when those towers fell, we had neighbors still inside. And you say we shouldn't worry about Bin Laden, have you forgotten?

POW 369, I should salute you from this heart of mine. And thank you for placing your life on the line.