Embedded in the trunk of an old Oak tree,
hangs his bike he chained there in "17"
when he went off to fight
against the German Huns,
turning rusted and old as
the tree grew around,
it's pedals and chain
three feet off the ground,
leaving a haunting remind
I wish we'd take all of the guns,
and the cannons and the missiles
that could kill someone, and chain
them to trees all across the earth,
then spend our years living peacefully
as they vanished forever gracelessly
into the trunks of trees that reach full girth.
Embedded in trenches bulldozed closed,
lie the bodies of young men decomposed,
with their bones trapped forever
where tree roots have grown.
over unmarked graves
where the unknown lie,
in foreign soil where they fell and died,
to preserve the freedoms
we've all come to know.
Chorus-
I wish we'd take all of the guns,
and the cannons and the missiles
that could kill someone, and chain
them to trees all across the earth,
then spend years living peacefully
s they vanished forever gracelessly
into the trunks of trees that reach full girth.
Remember this photo
let it haunt your soul,
it's a telling story
of the awful toll,
that we all must pay
when war's been declared,
elect leaders who are smart enough
to be diplomatic when the
going gets tough,
Lest someday your own
son's bike is left
hanging there
Lest someday your own
son's bike is left
hanging there
No more rush to war,
when we're unprepared,
cause there's no going back
once they get over there,
it's a meat grinder for the flesh
of our precious young,
say a prayer for peace
and let's never forget,
boys who once rode bikes
and then had to let,
them remain behind,
to answer war's cruel drums.
to answer war's cruel drums.
beautiful Music composed &
Played by-Chris Bright-©-2024
Lyrics & Vocals Written & sung by
Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2024
at :Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Photo credit to: pinterest.com
