Down at the pier
Of alabaster dreams,
Nothing is real
It's just what it seems.
Down at the dock
Of words left unsaid
The mourners lie thinking
Respecting the dead.
Down by the ocean,
That's where I'll be
Remembering those
Who died there for me.
So head to Iraq.
Can you comprehend
What soldiers are seeing?
It's they who we send.
Go back in time
To World War One
Where lives were lost
For what cause? None.
Why we were involved,
I may not know.
My info's based solely
Off what we show.
So riddle me this;
Explain this away.
Why did so many
Die on those days?
Was it for fame
Or was it for pride;
Or some legit reason
They left to die.
The answer is this,
They made it quite clear,
They swore to protect
The ones who live here.
Say what you will.
If I'm wrong, let me be.
But down at the pier,
Is where you'll find me.
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