Home is but a faded name
Where the wounds of the earth
Profess of spilt blood

Where the chasms recall
The slow crawl of iron
And the crumbling of valor
Left to jell in the mud

Home
Is a moniker lost
Amid the terror of salvos
Every suit-clad lie
Sent soaring, through the breeze

Home
Is carried by the silent
In their march to eternity
A memory
Far-gone in disgrace