Flogging Molly - Broken Dream

As your soul drifts on the plate
To the floor where she is standing
Rising by the fire
From the torch you were burning
Many years but many tears
And many more will soon be arriving
But i drink this final drop
To enter your front door

Gone are the days
When I poured from the rain Where once once marched a man
Going down life's drain
Oh in time in time you will see
Just what you mean to me
For I have met an angel clip my wings

Come back young volunteer
For your war now it is over
Lay down your blackened gun
Not another bad word spoken