7-1-12.

We’ve all got our spot

We stand to attention

It’s more of a ritual

Or self protection.

Take the cause to the end

Let your heart do the defend

Let go all the pretend...

Stand to attention...

Don’t think so.

The wrath of the misdeeds

The ghosts of the errors

The hopes of forgiveness

Let dance the dream sellers.

Love and war don’t work

Let your heart go the hurt

Let your life start to start...

Stand to attention...

I don’t think so.

And so to the outcome

The acts of remembering

The blackouts are calming

The memories are trembling.