Scars

He sits alone in the corner, a warrior in his day
In the battlefields of old, he was the one you would obey
Now he isn't

Thank You- a Message to the Troops

She's sittin at home watchin the three o'clock news,
Tears in her eye's she doesn't understand

Menelus and the Thousand

Clear and gaily tolled the bells
Of arid Wrdwain's halls
When Menelus rode from the dells
And Deephold's

Poppies

He was only sixteen when he answered the call,
And followed his peers to the war to end wars.
Sent over the water to

IF HE DOES'NT COME HOME

If he doesn't come home this time,
Please, God, allow my feminine shoulders to bear
Worldly weights