Could it Be...?

Bear with me, but could it be
The army is the oldest surviving religion
With officers as priests, soldiers as flock
And a parish of dependents conflicted by its cross?
Conflicted by its cross

Papa, I'm fourteen now
Thirteen, since you're gone
Last night, they gave mama your medal
And we cried the whole night long

So, bear with me, but could it be?
The army is the oldest surviving religion
With officers as priests, soldiers as flock
And a parish of dependents conflicted by its cross?
Conflicted by its cross

A parish of dependents conflicted by its cross
Who bridle at commoners that belittle their loss
That belittle their loss

As fathers, as mothers
As sisters, as brothers
As spouses, as lovers
As daughters, as sons

A parish of dependents conflicted by its cross
Who bridle at commoners that belittle their loss
That belittle their loss



Credits
Writer(s): Suraj Mani
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