Once more I come around again, to the town that lies on river's bend

Why am I summoned back by siren's song, to see where my life went so wrong.

It haunts me still this quite place, it haunts me and how my soul does ache

Because I long for solitude I can no longer embrace, without and within I feel so displaced

I long once more for my familiar Hell, to be back in this town without you makes me unwell

You were my home and always will be, how is it that without you I can't just be me?

Who am I without love, this life is abyss. Yet they always wonder why I'm such a pessimist.

In love and in life, one failure after the next, to be a man in such trying times is to know powerlessness

I asked to serve, in time was betrayed. All to often I see how veterans are repaid.

And now on this November day for my brother's long gone, I feel lifeless and hollow that I must go on

It's not that I don't want to live another day, I just want to live without all this pain.

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Now they string up my uncle's face, a fallen soldier in honored place, and here I am a soldier fallen into disgrace.

"Thank you for your service." Such empty words. A worthless platitude spewed from idling herds.

What my family fought for has been forsaken, insidious cancer at the heart of my nation.

A people divided, our lands despoiled, no hope for the future but unending toil.

A loving wife? A family home? You will get nothing except your life on loan.

Was this what my uncle gave his life for? A poor country farmer fighting the rich man's war.

Myself in kind, my life on the line and for what? A paycheck. Not even enough to meet ends meet. Why does this 'life worth living' feel like a sullen retreat?

A paycheck. Not for the family taken from me. My life not for home and hearth but for plutocracy!?

Madness. Why do I do this to myself? I know that overthinking never really helps.

I can't close my eyes to evil strangling my old home, my throat feels the rich man's boot while he sits on the throne.

Would that I was free to indulge in wanton devilry. I would give my death the meaning life has denied me.

Inside of every man there are but two dreams. The first, to be held, to love, to hear 'you've done enough'

The second, to smash upon the injustices of the world, to stand iconic in defiance and have your voice heard

to loose outwards a lifetime of rage and to leave your mark upon history's page.

On this day of armistice, the crowds look to me. Some few thank the fallen so we could be free.

But the truth is known to us fallen leaves. The time draws near to once again water the tree of liberty.

It is watered with the blood of patriots and tyrants but patriots are few and far between.

I guess it's a good thing that there are tyrants as far as the eye can see.

I look once more to my uncle's face and I think I know how he felt back in the day.

Proud, to fight the enemy of all that he loves. To enforce the peace so lauded by the doves.

Whither Right and Glory lead - Ubique!