“Yes please,” yell the children,
Well instructed all these years
By pure-hearted parents, teachers, grown-ups
Because they know what’s best.
“Yes sir,” yell the soldiers,
Caught up in some crazy catch-22 war,
Eyes glazed over from their sweat, they smile
Because they are trigger happy.
What I yell now, I’m not so sure;
I used to think “I love you” was enough
But it’s not, and neither is “goodbye”
Because those things should be whispered.
What you yell, do you think it makes your parents proud
In their white picket-fence house where they watch on TV
The soldiers say “yes sir” and teach the children to say “yes please”?
Because I do not.
Well instructed all these years
By pure-hearted parents, teachers, grown-ups
Because they know what’s best.
“Yes sir,” yell the soldiers,
Caught up in some crazy catch-22 war,
Eyes glazed over from their sweat, they smile
Because they are trigger happy.
What I yell now, I’m not so sure;
I used to think “I love you” was enough
But it’s not, and neither is “goodbye”
Because those things should be whispered.
What you yell, do you think it makes your parents proud
In their white picket-fence house where they watch on TV
The soldiers say “yes sir” and teach the children to say “yes please”?
Because I do not.