I sit here with what I have left,
a folded flag and two little tags,
what they did, was theft.
You fought for our freedom,
with blood, sweat, and tears.
Making it sound like your heirdom,
I knew it would bring out my greatest fears.
Sitting here with what I have left,
looking at the folded flag and thoes two little tags.
I realize how much I miss you.






7 old applause
