Glory Days

They were glory days

The days of our youth

Lord, how we loved it back then

We were at war

And winning we thought

We had thousands of soldiers to spend

We traveled the land

With our guns and our birds

Believing we had land to defend

We walked the long nights

Hunting for country and home

To hell, the enemy we’d send

When it was over

We’d squandered our youth

With no one left to call friend

©1/3/09Terry Sutherland