Nam

Darkness came
It's always the same
The sounds of the dying
All the men crying
Too many lost their mind
Hundreds we couldn't find
Thousands gave their lives
Leaving behind their wives
So much childhood left behind
So many years we'll never find
Lost in a world not ours
Everyone has emotional scars
Crawling through the brush
Always having to rush
Always a tear in my eye
Still wondering why
I still dream of fighting and killing
Why did I go? I wasn't willing,
To see my friends go, one by one
Thousands more with the rise of the sun
No I look into my son's face
I can't send him to that place
But, I see it repeating today
Good God, why take our boys away?

? 2001
Lisa Gibson
All Rights Reserved

This was written for a friend of mine who used to talk to me about
Vietnam. I believe it was a freedom for him to have someone to talk
with and I learned a little about war. I pray I never have to learn any
more than what I did in my lifetime. I also say that prayer for all of
our children.