I can't hold a glass of wine yet. But they think it's fine to have me hold a gun,. Kill a man and kill his son well,. Straight down in the yard where uncle pulled his gun.
Across the ocean, under the sand. That got in your wounds. Across the ocean, under the land. That you now consume. There sleeps a demon. It wakes at night by the light of the moon.
For those who work so hard. Never see their children. Never see their children grow. Into the gifts they give them. . This is life is all unknown. Gotta listen to their laughter.