by Lizz Kessler

Created on: March 10, 2009

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The snares rolled softly like a calm ocean tide;
The pipes played so loud but the droning was distant as grief drew near,
Flown in by warm Eastern winds that now felt so cold
As the sun snuck away from these hills of freedom, so did the contentment.

And we'll fly the white and red at half mast,

Praying to God that our brothers and sisters are safe in the sky
Where neither a bomb nor bullet can reach their hearts; now still
Still as this air that we breathe

Keep a memory deep inside your soul; a reminder of constant sacrifice
Made in honour of country, duty, love; freedom
Close your eyes and push a little further, to make it through this disaster
A disaster that is worth all of this pain

Salute them in their graves; you know they'd do the same,
Plant their rifles in the ground deep down they're still alive
Telling you to smile; listen closely to the whispers
You'll find they miss you too

And we'll fly the white and red at half mast,
Praying to God that our brothers and sisters are safe in the sky
Where neither a bomb nor bullet can reach their hearts; now still
Still as the air we breathe

In the end, the only war we've fought is the one between life and death
Fighting so hard to keep our minds thriving, to keep a spark to light a fire
A soldier's tear says so, but having lost is a pain that is hard to hold
It weighs more on our shoulders than a rucksack could ever carry in a lifetime

And we'll fly the white and red proudly at half mast,
Praying to God that our brothers and sisters are safe in the sky
Where neither bomb nor bullet can reach their hearts

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