Small town, Illinois
Morning has woken
The snow continues to fall
Silence reigns supreme
Tree's standing tall.
The snow falls upon the graves
Of hero's long forgotten in the past
The men who died and served for us
In the wars that seemed to last.
Stone angels guard
The tombs in which my father died.
Their eyes show me cold sympathy
Mournful eyes that have cried.
The bitter cold is hanging tight
Snow dancing upon the air.
No cold sympathy hangs in my eyes
Only a mask filled with despair
Tears never healed my wounds
But I cry almost every night.
How I wasn't there to save him
And how I wasn't there to win the fight.
Memories haunt my past
Holding me captive within my mind.
Silent torture holds a grip
Choking me in its bind.
Fate had better plans for me
That's why I live today
Have to continue fighting
like my father did everyday.