17 is 70 when it feels feels like you've been in a world war
Bombs and shells besides my feet the oceans what I listen for
But they're not coming home
The food has made them sick
The birds outside are wondering why
We don't sing together anymore
It's hard 2 find the stage and shore of
Things that aren't worth fighting for
But who am I to say
When gun powders the problem
When they decide the outcome
Of everything we know
The doctor said to get some sleep
But my best meds are right under the table
Tranquil me they're safe with me
Right under the stable
But with their tails gone
Will they be faithful
Be faithful
Be faithful