I don't own Pearl Harbor
Dedicated to my brother who is serving in Iraq, and to all those who ever served.
Like thunder from the east the planes came,
Hell from the sky above,
The Whistle, the boom, the screams,
Blood like wine, bullets pierce the air like a million angry hornets.
The smell, the sound, enough to make one wretch,
The panic and terror that pulsed through the veins of ten thousand victims,
The rising golden sun would set in blood.
Slaughter of the innocent,
A move of cowards,
The rage of a wounded nation,
The glee of a victorious empire, their heroes returning home to false glory,
But the real glory belongs to the fallen, and they would have their revenge.