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Welcome Home by Willie Dougherty

"Welcome home soldier, we're proud of you" Spoken words were never so true. But that doesn't stop this hurt deep inside. God, would it have been easier if I had died?

I want them to know how proud I am, And that I really do give a damn. But, it hurts me so to see everyone, Forget that thankless job we had done.

We didn't want to fight that war, Don't even know what were fighting for. Came home tired, hurt, and lost. So many lives that damn war cost.

You expect me to talk, it will help me deal. But, the nightmare for me is still so real. What can I say to make you see the person That's here is no longer me. Will you ever understand how much I left behind in Nam?

My mind is numb, my heart is torn. My desolate past, I quietly mourn. This empty space inside of me The space where life used to be. Now, just sorrow, pain and fear And one very lonely, solitary tear.

1992 copyright Willie G Dougherty _______________________________________________________________________________

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