Let's Roll
When Death's breath falls
On the faces of the brave
Who answer Freedom's call, "Let's roll"
When buildings fall upon themselves,
Not of their own volition but
Of destruction designed by evil
Then are heroes born.
As images stark and fear-filled,
Of sorrow, courage and compassion
Saturate mind and heart and soul
When they who knew the sight and smell
Of blood spilt over broken bones
Make offer of self again
So are heroes known.
As the dead are mourned and
Saviors battle to recover
Remnant of life or hope
When those now bearing Nation's shield
In righteous anger and private fear
Now outwardly calm make ready
So are heroes born.
As senses revisit youth and war,
And stench and bilious taste renew
Memories of life excised, denied
As struggles with pride and fear
Bring tumult, turmoil and unshed tears
To those who guide our course
Then are heroes known.
As some cry "Vengeance" and
Gentler (or more timid) souls seek words to say
"Amen! Let slip the dogs of war, yet not today"
While destiny seeks itself yet finds
No noble discourse nor heart forgiving,
For reason seems to fail and patience dims
Yet now are heroes born.
And always there will be those few
Who stand and answer Freedom's call,
"Let's roll"
