I have a little vial
A little plastic vial
I keep it in my pocket
Deep down where no one sees it
Ive carried it for twenty
Two and a half years and we
Touch through the tall electric
Fence wearing masks and blankets
My father always told me
To keep a glass of pepper
So I could fight the night men
So I could sleep forever
If they found my hiding spot
Ill tell you where I keep it locked
At night the code is 3-2-1
Be brave…
Share it with our sons
The crack of dawn and rifling
We heard the sound of engines
It was the wind perhaps the
Living room floor collapsingMy father always told me
To say a little prayer
Before I lay my head down
Before the men take over
Eyes tight, one step, I stumble
Into a night dressed navy
I promised, and you promised
I see our children waving
3…
2…
1…
Be brave…