Son don't put on that Sam Browne belt

Don't look to those lights with glee

Men seek a call to arms that which I felt

Don't pin that badge or recite that creed

I have suffered at my own hand

The decision to protect was mine alone

Yet these moments away slip through like sand

These memories rot in fields I have sewn

Banish me despise me or decry me

Legacy is fiction and fiction is truth

Corrupted roots spread killing the tree

I find absolution is too much for me to do

I cannot capture my most sought assailant

That grain of sand in which you arrived

Nuclear family seems not so covalent

Know that from you my joy is derived