We found you in a hole, ten feet underground.   And with your body stolen you were openly found.   And I held you like a father would have done.   I held you like a brother, held you like a son.      But you turned your back on me   You turned your back on all I gave you   And I turned my face from what you did.      For ten months I ignored you passing you on the street   I acted like a sailor who abandoned the fleet.   And everyone crowded around you; they all looked at what was done   And while my heart sat there breaking, they held you like a son.      Where did you go?   I’d like to find you but I left you alone.   I let you march into the battlefield of home.   And the masses engulfed you   With their lazy arms they surrounded you   They strangled you and they hugged you:   The way I had that night.