A Veteran's Cry
I found my things, I found my past
It took my breath, I was in its grasp
The memories start, the present stops
The things that were, I thoughts I forgot
The Navy days, I miss them all
In my prime and the start of my fall
It is the only thing, to bring tears to my eyes
But no one hears my prayers, my cries
To bring back that joy of honor and pride
To bring back that view of the Great Lakes' side
The friends I had, the comrades that were
The main reason the job was not such a spur
I do not know why it bothers me so
I cannot let these memories go
Trying so hard to find better things
But nothing compares to happiness it brings
Please Lord, please tell me why
I was discharged for a benign injury in my thigh?
I told them the truth, I let them know how
A non-Navy doctor stated, “Son, you are out of the Navy now.”
I felt so alone and so very afraid
And was sent home with nothing, no hugs, no parade
A dark airport with not even a uniform worn
My dreams with the Navy, were completely torn
Copyright © Andrew Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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