My Eyes at Normandy
Shadowed words on white-washed stones
Words memorializing the souls of men lost in battle
Names, not numbers, in rows upon rows upon rows
White memories of breathing casualties died for us
Background, red, white and blue
The wind shows its beauty above the stones
Rain-washed stripes and fading stars
Cannot erase the potency of the meaning
This reminds me of enemy lines
Crossed, sometimes successfully with swallowed fear
Fathers, sons, blush in my mind with bravery
Playing behind it all, the songs of battlefronts forever remembered with tears
This is the war, oh bittersweet war
Where heroes are made and lost
Where tears of winning drown in tears of passing
And the flag still flies above the graveyard
Words memorializing the souls of men lost in battle
Names, not numbers, in rows upon rows upon rows
White memories of breathing casualties died for us
Background, red, white and blue
The wind shows its beauty above the stones
Rain-washed stripes and fading stars
Cannot erase the potency of the meaning
This reminds me of enemy lines
Crossed, sometimes successfully with swallowed fear
Fathers, sons, blush in my mind with bravery
Playing behind it all, the songs of battlefronts forever remembered with tears
This is the war, oh bittersweet war
Where heroes are made and lost
Where tears of winning drown in tears of passing
And the flag still flies above the graveyard