To The Fallen

Towers burn and fall. A young man heeds his nation's call.
Sent to Tal Afar, the young man fights the old man's war.

And it makes no difference that the germs weren't found.
From the start they would take Saddam down,
With a slight of hand that the blind wouldn't see,
'Cause a wartime chief was his destiny.

Shuttered eyes don't see the power of the IED.
Young men gather 'round to swear and curse that
bloodied ground.

Shifting sands cloud the Iraqi land as we're guided by
an invisible hand.
And your future sadly fades from view,
'Cause they've taken that away from you.

Agendas come and go, some of which we'll never know.
But it's written in the stars: Young men fight the old men's wars.

Fifty stars will accompany you on the long way home,
No you won't be alone.
But your honor will stay well in view,
'Cause they can't take that away from you.