I see you've found a box of my things -Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings.These old pictures are cool. Tell me some storiesWas it like the old war movies?Sit down son. Let me fill you in
Where to begin? Let's start with the endThis black and white photo don't capture the skinFrom the flash of a gun to a soldier who's doneTrust me grandsonThe war was in color
From shipyard to sea, From factory to skyFrom rivet to rifle, from boot camp to battle cryI wore the mask up high on a daylight runThat held my face in its clammy handCrawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand
Where to begin? Let's start with the endThis black and white photo don't capture the skinFrom the shock of a shell or the memory of smellIf red is for HellThe war was in color
I held the canvas bag over the railingThe dead released, with the ship still sailing,Out of our hands and into the swallowing seaI felt the crossfire stitching up soldiersInto a blanket of dead, and as the night grows colderIn a window back home, a Blue Star is traded for Gold.
Where to begin? Let's start with the endThis black and white photo don't capture the skinWhen metal is churned. And bodies are burnedVictory earnedThe War was in color
Now I lay in my grave at age 21Long before you were bornBefore I bore a sonWhat good did it do?Well hopefully for youA world without warA life full of color
Where to begin? Let's start with the endThis black and white photo never captured my skinOnce it was torn from an enemy thornStraight through the coreThe war was in color
Carbon Leaf, The War was in Color, 2006, Love, Loss, Hope, Repeat
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