The Right Stuff
The Right Stuff
The Right Stuff
Men of armor hearts pure as gold
They hold it inside onto a new episode
Shapes of trees colors fleeting bending of the knees
Our fallen hero's bright in battle
Among the embers filtered through a shadow
The pulse of a heart will light a spark to what we are looking for
A hero in arms men of valor press on into the night
The right stuff smack in the middle of the scene
A bell to hear the chime or was it the ring
The astronaut in the sky would shout & scream
Long rush to get to church and watch freedom ring
Out of the silence we get a thought of love
Vested in the hearts from out of the sky above
A soldier's claim to fame in which we stand
The intense heat and bloodshed in our street
We must choose to become a beacon of hope
To a hurting world torn in the bitter cement of glue
Having bitten off far more then we could ever chew
For the price of freedom has hurled men's souls away
As a bird reaches down to the ground searching for it's prey
The cold clap in the dark shall light the spark to what we are waiting for
Lest I implore another opened door by which to humbly explore
The right stuff out on the sreet were people meet
As we seek inside the silence of the Sycamore tree
Barren sprouts upon us with fallen embers a vast memory
Look to the sun to make you get by never to a substance that gets you high
The sweet spice of life for another chance to roll the dice
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