Homemade Crosses

HOMEMADE CROSSES

(Music/lyrics Wulfmeier)

There’s smoke in the air from a gun salute

Ring out in the morning, everybody’s weeping

For their fallen son

He just got out of highschool when they shipped him off to Kandahar

He never even heard of it or been in war before

He finished up basic, but he barely made it

And now he’s back

Nail down your homemade crosses high above your bed.

Don’t worry I’ll be fine. I’m watching over you.

Mama fell ill. She didn’t feel that well calling out for her son, screaming out for justice

That there’s no one there to comfort her

The VA’s been useless, and she can’t get in a hospital.

Nail down your homemade crosses high above your bed.

Don’t worry I’ll be fine. I’m watching over you.

I’m waiting, and you’re not here, but words are set in truth

Nail down your homemade crosses high above your bed.

Thought I saw you looking down

You look happy from the clouds

Take me with you. It’s only fair

Please

Nail down your homemade crosses high above your bed.

Don’t worry I’ll be fine. I’m watching over you.

I’m waiting and you’re not here, but my words are set in truth

Nail down your homemade crosses high above your bed.