Home Of The Brave

If that's what you call love,
I feel sorry for you.
Cause this place will fall,
Then what will you do.
You'll be left with a flag,
Soaked in blood.
Praying to your God,
Nelt down in the mud.
It won't do much good,
Cause he's all ready dead.
His blood on the flag,
That lies in your hands.

Reviews

[shane]

good, just one problem 'nelt' should be knelt =]