I remember
That winter
All to well
We controlled our destiny
But in a moment
Hell
Rained down on our parade
And Ma was the last one to the grave
Planned our future
Never thinkin anything could go wrong
But the World stopped spinnin today
Legends are made in shallow graves
Raised, to meet disaster’s embrace
Justice has it’s place for Ma, the boys, and me The prime example of a dying breed
Our mother
Never
Meant this place
Raised
To make
The papers
Someday
Life here was cold and hard
Planned our future
Never seeing
All the Hell that was to come
I wouldn’t want to be remembered any other way
Legends are made in shallow graves
Raised, to meet disaster’s embrace
Justice has it’s place for Ma, the boys, and me The prime example of a dying breed
No time for goodbyes, it happened so fast
Be assured we’ll carry on…
Legends are made in shallow graves
Raised, to meet disaster’s embrace
Justice has it’s place for Ma, the boys, and me The prime example of a dying breed