Indica-Foxing

[00:20]And on tides we can't be untouched by [00:26]Of troubles stay when lids lay over eyes [00:38]The frames and faces I've mistaken [00:43]For kids whose lives I may have taken [00:50]And if so, do I haunt their parents' dreams? [01:06]of young lung screams? [01:14]Their young one's screams [01:33]And of war bonds and blood stained hands [01:38]Combat neurosis shys from indica strands [01:49]And it breaks my mother's heart [01:54]to know I came back broken [01:59]With the thought of my arms spilt open [02:11]And if so, would I bring their parents' peace? [02:19]And if so, could I give back the sounds [02:26]of their children's screams? [02:32]Let go of what I've seen [03:23]And if so, do I haunt their parents' dreams? [03:31]And in so, am I summarized by sounds [03:39]of young lung screams? [03:46]Their young one's screams