I have a little vial

A little plastic vial

I keep it in my pocket

Deep down where no one sees it

I've carried it for twenty

Two and a half years and we

Touch through the tall electric

Fence wearing masks and blankets

My father always told me

To keep a glass of pepper

So I could fight the night men

So I could sleep forever

If they found my hiding spot

I'll tell you where I keep it locked

At night the code is 3 2 1

Be brave

Share it with our sons

The crack of dawn and rifling

We heard the sound of engines

It was the wind perhaps the

Living room floor collapsing

My father always told me

To say a little prayer

Before I lay my head down

Before the men take over

Eyes tight one step I stumble

Into a night dressed navy

I promised and you promised

I see our children waving

3

2

1

Be brave