Aren't You Proud
Can you hear the bells, of the old church ringing
Can you hear, the sirene's crying sound
Can you hear the marching drums, rumbling in the streets
Oh son, aren't you proud
Can you see the steel birds, flying through the air
Can you see, how they almost reach the sun
Can you see them, all gathering together
Oh son, don't you want to reach the clouds
Can you smell, your girlfriends lovely perfume
Can you smell, the battlefield ahead
Can you smell the smell, of dignity and freedom
Oh son, there's something to vow
Do you feel, the glory of your duty
Do you feel how you, are turning into a man
Do you feel the pride, of joining something bigger than yourself
My son, you make me proud
End:
Did you want to be a hero
Or did you turn right into stone
Did you have a hand to hold you
Or did you fade away alone
Did you curse me in that moment
Or forgive me in the end
My son, where have you gone
My son, why are you gone
© Klaus Dorninger
