"but it's not that day"
They ask me why in Lord's name I care
They ask why I remember
I don't know how they could possibly dare
Not keep them in their prayers
They ask why my heart is heavy and I cried
They ask why I bother
I don't know if they don't remember those who died
For them
For he
For you
For she
For us
But it's not that day, they say
Memorial day is over and done
I sit in my bed at night and pray
For those who no longer get to see the sun
Bravery has been shown
Blood has been shed
Determination made their own
Too many gone, too many dead
I won't forget those who fought for our country
The beautiful US of A
It's my duty to remember then and now
Every single God given day
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