Memories keeps us Alive

Mission was to secure a area,  
to build up a school.  
Kids and parent’s excited  
but only a false hope.  
We had scanned the area for bombs,  
but we were never save.  
I remember we had played with the kids, to then pick them up only 6 hours later.  
So much laughter for a moment,
to only be spread out.
Literally.  
It was a disaster and we figured,  
they don’t give a fuck about kids neither.  
The only difference between us and them was we went to war with moral.  
But when we got home,
we had become the same as them.  
If you go to war,
and get home without changing,
the truth is you were already sick before
You left.  
 
I remember sitting in a hole,  
with my comrades.  
Johnson looked up at the wrong time.  
Imagine a rotten, juicy pumpkin explode.  
His face were opened.  
Or right to say, it was gone.  
We could see everything that was left.  
We covered him with our jackets.  
I’ll never forget his wife’s face,
when we got home carrying the coffin
and I made eye contact with her.  
I cried too.
 
“I looked my father in the eyes,  
He said soldier come home.  
I gave my mom a rose,  
Said goodby.  
I kissed my wife,  
Promised her I would come home.  
I hugged my child,  
Said take care of mom”.  
 
We go to war,  
For our Queen.  
We go to war,  
For our Queen.  
If we die,  
Memories keeps us alive.  
If we die,  
Memories keeps us alive.  
If we get home,  
Pray we are the same.  
If we get home,  
Pray we are the same.  
When we die,  
Bury us with pride.  
When we die,  
bury us with pride.  
Give us a rose,  
When we leave.  
Give us a rose,  
Memories keeps us alive.