You can hear a round of applause,
When a gallant American soldier falls,
Deep down the dark halls,
The applause amplifies as time stalls,
Everything is quiet and still,
Even in the midst of a painful shrill,
Even in the Midst of someone being killed,
You can still hear the thrill,
Screaming and yelling so loud,
Each one saying, “I’m so proud,”
I sit there and I’m like wow,
Look at the time now, somehow,
We have been here for a hundred years,
While American Soldiers are out there shedding tears,
But do not fear,
Because they’re fighting for freedom’s sake, dears,
So do not shed any tears,
The end is near; look it’s almost here,
But when is almost, someone asks,
Almost is almost, was the reply,
Almost is when we can no longer try,
When man can no longer cry,
When we can no longer ask why,
Almost is when we can only sit and sigh,
When we reach the limits of the sky,
Almost is when we rot and die,
That’s soon enough, right? Almost…