By Mike Cornell
Over the roar of the rotors
I told a lie
The last words you would hear-
You’ll be all right, we’re almost there
The rotors sing their lament
On the wings of an angel
You were gone
Your hand limp in mine
The rotors sing their lament
You were the first
But not the last
When do you run out of tears
The rotors sing their lament
Why should I ever want to pass on
Memories that are lurking subconsciously
To spring forth like thieves in the night
A cascade of sights, sounds and odors
Experienced long ago
The sounds of the rotors
Permeates my sleep
They sing their song
Forever a part of me
I do not hide from the truth
White wash cannot take away
The machine guns angry snarl
Limbs and torsos carried like discarded trash
Blood covering the spent cartridges on the floor of the copter
Hollowed eyes of the living
Unseeing eyes of the dead
Then there’s tomorrow
The rotors sing their lament
The irony of it all
Taking the life of one
To save the life of another
The rotors sing on