Those were the bodies of the dead
They had been chosen memories of freedom’s bed
They were the strugglers for peace
They were the now deceased

I heard it at work as one or another sang the blues
I watch it nightly on the news
I waited for the letter in the mail
I got a call that dropped me into this hell

I am remembering the Sea
I don’t want this war to be
I would run through the fire
If I could save just one life from the hire

I keep seeing this red
I see it inside my head
I can’t shut it out
It makes no sense what it is all about

So I call it the Sea Fire Red
For I got a call today and yes
They officially admitted that he was the best
But that he was dead

I love my freedom in this morning dew weather
I walk out my yard and know that he made it better
I also know that I have lost an important friend
One I will miss until this madness shall come to
The End