A far off time, in a far off land
a war was fought by a youthful band
Many were sent, some went on their own
Far too many didn't make it back home
Each day since that time, our minds go astray
on what happened to us and in what way.
We were asked to go fight, by the very same men
who told us when we were young that to kill was a sin.
Now many years later, we ask ourselves why
so many of you hated us, when we were willing to die
As we near the end of our time on this planet
All we have to show, is a black wall of granite
Copyright © 2001 by Don Johnson, All Rights Reserved