Grab your bugle, friend
And sound retreat
There's no hope
In going forward
We've suffered
Enough losses already
There's no sense
In taking the risk
I'm tired, so tired
Of dodging bullets
Of seeing my dreams
Fallen, bloodied, lifeless
Dreams are for fools
Who raise their flags
And charge ahead
Easy targets, all
I'll just listen
To the sound of the guns
The cries of the wounded
From here, in the distance
Copyright Don Davidson 2009
