And Now He Calls and Says Can I Spend the Night
.... and now he calls and says can I spend the night
I remember the last time that was said.
He was ragged thin and taunt
not long from the front
battle scarred and weary
eyes all torn with fear.
A homeless boy with horror in his soul.
.... and now he calls and says can I spend the night.
from rounded robust health not gaunt,
so long from the front
not battle scarred or weary.
A politician soft and plump
with a war to fight so new.
and I sent him away with horror in my soul.
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