Hearts gone cold

Namesake

Son don't put on that Sam Browne belt
Don't look to those lights with glee
Men seek a call to arms that which I felt
Don't pin that badge or recite that creed

I have suffered at my own hand
The decision to protect was mine alone
Yet these moments away slip through like sand
These memories rot in fields I have sewn

Banish me despise me or decry me
Legacy is fiction and fiction is truth
Corrupted roots spread killing the tree
I find absolution is too much for me to do

I cannot capture my most sought assailant
That grain of sand in which you arrived
Nuclear family seems not so covalent
Know that from you my joy is derived