The Borders of This Land
The breeze blows colder at this Sunday seaside lunch
By the boat you legally acquired
Our little museum in the North is in decline
You predict the East will rise again

When you are lowered into the ground
Your friends will set up a memorial fund

Supporting all the boys who
Dedicate their lives
To our common end
I avert my eyes
I stare at the sea
The founding fathers will not leave us be

Another gruesome wartime anecdote is told
Those beady eyes, what do they want?
My attempt to pay for mine is kept back with a grin
'Cause we can never pay enough

When you are lowered into the ground
Your friends will set up a memorial fund

Then give it to the boys who
Sacrifice their lives
They, our national pride
I avert my eyes
I stare at the sea
The founding fathers abusing you and me

On the minds of the young
The enrolled
Lies the reverence of the old

I'm so thin
I'm of no help at all
But you say every little child must find its place

I let the wind embrace me
Pacify my mind
And when I close my eyes
No one knows just what I see
And no one can take this view away from me
written by Mattias
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