There was once fire in my soul
badges of courage were the scars
I wore.....
With pride I walked alongside my
band of brothers
we felt like there were no others
that could do , what we could do
we were born to fight
it was just a mater of who
we were young an bold an didn't
know why but we were ready to die
in blazing glory if it came to that
well the young get old fast
watching their brothers fall
the only fire I feel now is the bourbon
slowly burning it's way through my aching soul
the scars are now just a map of where we've been
I learned there were other ways to die
an glory isn't for the living
I learned to cry
~ DD ~