Dreams of Green

Let the yellow ribbons dance, tie ‘round every tree

Black and red her dresses prance, feet across the green

Silver metals hanging down, names stamped ‘cross the plates

Never forget, but forever regret, Loss of a lover’s dream

Dirt on boots and gun in hand, bullets screeching past

Screams of pain and sprays of red, he longs for the greenest grass

Sons of mothers and lovers gone, dry heat and sweat combine

With dreams of home, the cries pierce through, he must forget the green

Because war cries much louder in the face of men, then lovers lost in dream.