The rain taps on the brim of my hat as I gaze out over the stones.
So many faces that only the years have known.
Loves and lives all shattered and lost.

There are no questions, there are no lies. As you stand next to me, looking into my eyes. You see them pale blue, filled with pain, and with dread. Not wishing to know what goes on in my head.

You are my one and only, and when you are away. My mind is standing on its edge, caught up amongst the fray. My life is yours and yours is mine. Our hearts can beat the test of time.

I see so many faces when I sleep at night. Some are so peacefull, while others are broken. I hear so much screaming, usually my own. Then I wake up sweaty, cold, and alone.

With these hands I have helped to protect a country that does not care about me. With these hands I have built the solemn promise of freedom for those who appreciate it, and for those who do not.