He wore the weekend like a stain
His kids felt foreign at his door
Blue lightning drilled a Jersey lane
Then three legs rose through asphalt floors
Coats fell empty in the street
A jet lay broken in the dawn
A burning train ran red with heat
The tripod’s war horn thundered on
Small victories win the war
One more breath, one open door
Let the giants own the sky
Keep your one small world alive
The mob stripped metal from his hands
The ferry folded in the tide
The army burned across the land
Three-legged shadows stayed alive
Red roots crawled across the floor
Victims in a hanging cage
While the world fights a losing war
The smallest lives rewrite the page
Small victories win the war
One more breath, one open door
Let the giants own the sky
Keep your one small world alive
Over the hill, his answer disappeared
The father called through smoke, unheard
Red weeds bloomed where human blood smeared
The cages swung; the horn drowned every word
Small victories win the war
Hear the living heartbeats roar
Let the giants slowly die
A fathers world comes home alive