There are many things in my own life, That I don’t understand - things like, <br />How chance comes, and how chance goes, and how it all slips through our hands. <br />So I take a look around me, I see people shaking hands; <br />I see people breaking promises and I see people making plans. <br />But now the sails are up at half mast, they’re heading towards home. <br />Tears flowing at the drive-in, we’re all so sorry to see you go. <br />I hear the crowd singing your song, about the battle in which you died. <br />Just young boys playing soldier, standing side by side. <br /> <br />So when you hear a minute’s silence, and you see through black of night, <br />Remember how we used to promise that our dreams would soon take flight. <br />Bravado, courage and angst were seen as only better fuel <br />For our minds, so young and fresh, and against the wind we pulled. <br />Yet still, the sails are now at half mast, they’re heading towards home; <br />Dreams shattered at the harbours we fled from not so long ago. <br />Still the crowd sings on and words have now been written to this tune, yet - <br />An injustice in the air; your words were written far too soon.<br /><br />Mark Andrew Hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-circles-take-flight-ships-will-return/
