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Lyle Stephen Ford - Fortunes of War lyrics
I am eighty-three years old I don’t get around much any more Some days this body feels like a sack of broken rocks And all i hear at night Are ticking, ticking, ticking clocks I was born in nineteen-seventeen Survived the great depression and i met my lila jean And though she’s gone five years i’m grateful for the time we saw Tonight like every night I’m back at bloody omaha We got more than we bargained for We got hit from every side Scattering pages to the fortunes of war In the gathering deluge Terror and suicide I am seventeen years old My life is just beginning that’s what i’m told They say there comes a time somebody’s got to stand and fight Maybe i’m just too young I’ve never known just black and white I was born in nineteen eighty-three Raised on fast food, desert storm, raised on mtv I know i’m just a boy it’s come too fast i hear the roar The slaughter of the innocent Brings home the hungry dogs of war We got more than we bargained for We got hit from every side Scattering pages to the fortunes of war In the gathering deluge Terror and suicide From d-day to ground zero And everywhere between We mark the graves of heroes To remember what it means We send our best we bend the knee ‘cause in the land of freedom Freedom doesn’t come for free I am fifty-three years old My memories play tricks on me they’re ghosts that i can’t hold We laid our bodies down We fought and wept and bled and died Shattered all our innocence and buried all the rest inside We got more than we bargained for We got hit from every side Scattering pages to the fortunes of war In the gathering deluge Terror and suicide |
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