by Sheena
As I dreamed one stormy night,
he came to me through the pale moonlight,
He ask me how I could sleep in peace
knowing they were still not free?
If not but in spirit alone,
just to be buried in the soil of their home.
He said he knew
we'd never understand
what really happened in the jungles of NAM.
He said my
eyes would never see
the pain, torture and the misery.
He didn't expect me to
do it alone,
but he did expect me to help in bringing them home,
He said that was the least we could do
after all that they had been through.
And as he vanished from whence he came
he said you abandoned us once please don't do it again.
As I woke with tear stained face,
I realized what had taken place.
A visit from a hero lost,
one who had paid the ultimate cost,
And although he
still battles on,
we must help him to right the wrong.
And as I fight with words and rhyme
I won't forget "Thy Brothers Of Mine" !!
Sheena © 1999
