It was just us four
Went to war
And all of us came back
And none, too
In our eyes
We knew
Never.
Go.
Back.
It was just us four
Went to war
And all of us came back
And none, too
In our eyes
We knew
Never.
Go.
Back.
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal