The memories of Vietnam still haunt me today,
I pray that God will make them go away.
Voices of my fallen comrades won't let me forget,
For their sacrifice I will forever be in their debt.
The guilt of surviving I will always bear,
Every breath I take doesn't seem fair.
A part of me died with all of you ,
things happened I wish I could undo.
Surviving Vietnam was a living hell,
after all these years I'm not doing so well.
I still hear the cries of those who died,
In my heart they will always reside.
Sometimes we were wrong but we did what was right,
We took a stand and we didn't give up the fight.
There were many times we were scared,
Bargaining with God we would be spared.
Some came back mentally scarred and maimed,
It was a slap in the face that we were blamed.
I came back to a world that wasn't the same,
figuring things out the more confused I became.
Seeing my brothers die I constantly relive,
The enemy who took them I'll never forgive.
They will be remembered with honor and pride,
A part of me was buried by their side.
As I stand before all these heroes at this wall,
Tears of grief drown me that they took the fall.
Everyday is a struggle to just exist,
wondering why I'm not with them on this walls list. |
