Hard story to tell
Like to believe that
We will behave like
A secret hero
Simply tap a scret reservoir of courage
And go to war
Drafted to fight a war I hated
No way out
I began thinking seriously about Canada
A moral split
I felt a sickness inside me
Like running a dead-end maze
I feared the war
But I also feared exile
Ridicule and censure
All I could do was cry
I went to the war
Embarrassment, that's all it was
I would kill and maybe die
Because
I couldn't risk the embarrassment
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