Sing a song of regret Sing a song of lonesome thoughts Sing a song of love and hate Sing a song of memories of long ago events.
Picture those gone Picture those that we loved as brothers Picture the blood-stained ground Picture the black body bags loaded and carried away.
Paint the mind's reality of days of stench and filth Paint with words the hell we went through Paint misery with one's own blood Paint a mind numb from remembering the past.
Write of the events of war Write the words that will paint a picture for those that don’t know Write a long list of those that died Write a poem of what you feel.
Take the songs Take the pictures Take the writings Now throw them away.
All of them mean absolutely nothing to anyone except you No one cares Our time has passed Move on to the grave, it’s the next generation’s time to remember.