Fruit Salad lyrics

Decorating the distinguished

Sought by the recruits new

Envied by those commissioned

Tucked away by the marked ones

Bedazzled in brilliance

Attractive to the ignorant

Yarns sewn by the boastful

Respected by the survivors

Such is the dilemma

For the idle want them

The cowardly scorn them

Outsiders do not know

Little ribbons and bits

Boldly showing to all

Feats and Heroism past

Neat and pretty rows

But many should be

Blood red, crimson-stained

Black and abyss-empty

Reminders of wretched wrath

A reflected reminder

Recollections lost

Where survival is guilt

And questions ever abound

A life that carries on

Humility deems closure

Only their spirits breathe

Under such a heavy yoke

Little colorful trinkets

Shining medal no substitute

For an innocense lost

Unaware what has been traded

The best and the worse

A blend of treasured times

Horror, apathy, and fear

Walk side by side in stride

Dank, dark, dusty ribbons

Brass verdegris, forgotten

Never knowing, nor seen

Valor walks a lonely trail