(Verse 1) The tarmac hums, a weary sound, A silver bird descends to ground. The crowd holds breath, a silent plea, For faces loved, for eyes to see. Green duffel bags, a folded flag, A mother's hand, begins to lag. They're marching home, in ordered rows, But some return, where no life flows. (Chorus) The brass band plays, a solemn tune, Beneath a cold and pale white moon. For every cheer, a whispered cry, For every flag, a tear-stained eye. The homecoming, a bitter sting, For empty chairs, the songs they’ll sing. The fallen sons, the broken ties, A nation's grief, beneath the skies. (Verse 2) Little hands clutch faded photos tight, A father's smile, in fading light. A sister waits, with open door, For footsteps that will sound no more. The stories told, of bravery's call, Can't mend the hearts, that break and fall. The medals gleam, a hollow prize, Reflecting tears, in grieving eyes. (Chorus) The brass band plays, a solemn tune, Beneath a cold and pale white moon. For every cheer, a whispered cry, For every flag, a tear-stained eye. The homecoming, a bitter sting, For empty chairs, the songs they’ll sing. The fallen sons, the broken ties, A nation's grief, beneath the skies. (Bridge) They say time heals, a gentle hand, But scars remain, across the land. The echoes fade, of gunfire's roar, But memories haunt, forevermore. A silent toast, to those who sleep, The promises, they couldn't keep. (Chorus) The brass band plays, a solemn tune, Beneath a cold and pale white moon. For every cheer, a whispered cry, For every flag, a tear-stained eye. The homecoming, a bitter sting, For empty chairs, the songs they’ll sing. The fallen sons, the broken ties, A nation's grief, beneath the skies. (Outro) The stars descend, a distant gleam, A nation weeps, a broken dream. And in the silence, soft and deep, A mother's love, her vigil keep.
