as these walls are caving in
i find it hard to breathe again
vivid pictures in my mind
another place, another time
the visions that keep haunting me
of the lives they took from me
look for a reason to this rhyme
to find the man i was inside
send me out so young and bold
although i feel scared and cold
i sleep with my eyes open wide
thinking i am next to die
wake in the morning , lack of sleep
to the slaughter, lambs we will be
from behind , they ambush us
my friends commended to the dust
the war is over , going home
things have changed since i've been gone
for the life i've offered up
in return i get no love
the people shut their doors on me
a wounded soldier , not a disease
the dues i paid nearly killed me
think of that as i sleep in this street!
this is dedicated to the Veitnam War Veterans! ask one of these guys what this poem means, they will tell you! and our own country did this to them! shame on us!
Jack Pardue 4/5/2007 copyright 2007 Jack Pardue Holdings
