Category: Writers Block
"Dedicated to My Dad, who is a Vietnam Vet."
Here they all stand,
At age 21,
They trade in their hearts,
And souls in for guns,
To fight for a cause,
In a battle of blood,
To fight in a war,
Wich nobody won.
Some lay side by side,
As though they're asleep,
While others, the darkness,
Inside them they'll keep,
We always remember
The ones who have died,
But what about those,
Who come back alive.
They return to their homes,
And keep to themselves,
Their hearts empied out,
Like their spent bullet shells,
The wounds we can't see,
The scars they don't show.
In their world with out peace,
They go on alone.
Some with out sleep,
Or nightmares of hell,
They all have their stories,,
And some never tell.
When all we can see,
Is an unloveable man,
We just turn away
From what we don't understand.
Why can't we be there,
To quiet their teers,
And let love wipe away,
There nightmares and fears,
When deep in the night,
When sleep doesn't come,
can we stay by their side,
So they're not alone.
Let's open our hearts,
Love them through the pain,
Don't let their sacrifice,
Be all in vain.
We all can do something,
More than just pray,
Open your arms and your heart,
Love a soldier today.