The Stand

Stands up when He whispers in your ear Falling down year after tear Waiting in line till it's your turn Being shown the door and the shade burns He rides you and the whip flails The widow waits each month for the check in the mail The whisper remembers as the tree sheds each Fall Will he see his shadow, will he see what he saw Stands alone does the spring crocus She waits for the Sun And Mother spins and spins She waits as the Robin for the peck of her egg Dying as the bullet shreds his memory of the flag Stands for the widow as his breath sags The politician wears full armor as he speaks at the mic Stand up ,vote and the reward helps to see the light And the years go by and the body starts to lean The wrinkles round the bend and pick up steam To stand tall when all say you're wrong The last bar closes with the last song The rose is killed as she stands Trash strewn and the wind The Sun goes dark and a single tear And He whispers goodnight