sweet Sam

sweet Sam

from your high rise window
standing on the top most floor
can you see me in my uniform
marching off to war?

can you see my tiny fingers 
with youthful polished nails
flipping silver treasure coins
calling heads or tails?

i'm not sure how to choose
as you're pointing down this road
i keep looking for the question
which no answer ever showed.

sweet Sam

what is this foreign floor?
i can see it far below,
but go faster is all you shouted
and just enjoy the show.

can you see me quake and tremble?
i'm in black smoke and loud noise
resting like a baby now
with fragile childhood toys.

remember when i gave it all?
marching to triumphant songs
i still felt strangely missing
having righted all the wrongs.

so, remember when you see the shore
that sparkle is my eye
and if you're feeling puzzlement,
i'm somewhere in the sky.

and the song which plays an endless loop

which everybody knows,

the lovely little melody of
roses and yellow bows.

i sang that once before
when i was marching off to war.

sweet Sam