I stood below the Lincoln Lily white in a marble seat He stood a trifle tall and so They took him off his feet The war has not been won he said "The dyings just begun" he said "The dying of our will to crawl Up the ranks of men"
The shadows of a man will keep you guessing The shadows of a man can take their toll The shadows of a man can break your back then take your hand But the shadows of your own can take you whole
I stood in a sea of stone-etched names Some I recognized and others blurred into the same Like the colors of a flag when all the red's run in the ground A meadow bed of fallen men Their shadows standing round
Standing in the shadows Walking through their dust Wading in the echoes
The shadows of a man can take their toll But the shadows of your own can take you wholeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
