Oh to travel down red ribbon road
\nWhere battles were fought so long ago
\nOh to travel down red ribbon road
\nWhere the hooves of a thousand horses echo<\/p>\n
When the morning mist lifts and all is still
\nWhen a soldier\u2019s fear chokes his will
\nWhen his company staggers under a heavy load
\nComrades in arms on red ribbon road<\/p>\n
Oh to travel down red ribbon road
\nA thousand thoughts obscure your mind
\nOh to travel down red ribbon road
\nYou wonder whether mankind was blind<\/p>\n
When the first shots are fired, his best friend is struck
\nHe drops to the ground, writhing in muck
\nAs life drains away, they call him brave and bold
\nLoyal blood stains red ribbon road<\/p>\n
Oh to travel down red ribbon road
\nWhere a bugle call might still be heard
\nOh to travel down red ribbon road
\nAnd hear the lament of a lonely bird<\/p>\n
\tThe world spins around,
\nhis friend will not rise
\n\tHe cannot see clearly, hot tears sting his eyes
\n\tHe must fight the enemy as he has been told
\n\tHe must protect this red ribbon road<\/p>\n
Oh to travel down red ribbon road
\nMany lives were lost that day
\nOh to travel down red ribbon road
\nSo many dreams withered away<\/p>\n
\tHe summons the strength
\nof a hundred men
\n\tAnd lifts the limp body
\nof his fallen friend
\nMemories far more precious than gold
\nAre laid to rest beside red ribbon road<\/p>\n
Oh to travel down red ribbon road
\nWhere joy did end, and nightmares start
\nOh to travel down red ribbon road
\nWhere remembering can pierce the heart<\/p>\n
\tThe cannons blast their fury,
\na column of soldiers fall
\n\tHe raises his gun through the smoke, he will kill them all!
\n\tTo descend into chaos with no moral code
\n\tThat\u2019s the legacy of red ribbon road<\/p>\n
Oh to travel down red ribbon road
\nWhere humanity endured untold abuses
\nOh to travel down red ribbon road
\nWhere time marches on and makes no excuses<\/p>\n
\tMore than ever he wants to live,
\nto see his son once more
\n\tTo be held in the arms of his love, waiting at the front door
\n\tHe is weary now, but hangs onto Hope
\n\tHe will ride home to them
\non red ribbon road<\/p>\n
Sibernie James-Bosch
\nAurora<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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