Betsy

BETSY . . . My only true love Betsy and, I are away for a day out down by the sea shore Both of us holding hands - I am with a lass I am sure I will love forever more The innocence in her laughter, as we draw our names and hearts in the sand Takes me far away from the troubled hell I’ve seen in a far and distance land Where within the wetted green grass - lies a ground soaked all in bloody red Thousands upon thousands of my fellow man all piled upon each other dead These deaths leave a silence - that is more than deafening on my closed ears The mist of the mustard gas clears - yet still stings my eyes brought to tears Each face of the dead leaving behind an expression of either torture or peace Lives given for their country - now lie upon the rubble mound of soil & grease Each face whiten beyond the pale - photos of loved ones trodden in the shale As back home the MOD write the dreaded words - put their letters in the mail But here I am with Betsy on our own beloved sea shore, innocence beautified Far away as possible I keep her from the brutality of our young men genocide As I listen to her laughter as I look into her eyes of the lightest emerald green It all helps to take away the horrors of a bloody war I wished I had never seen I am going to marry my beloved Betsy - have beautiful children - three or four But never as in never - will I tell my children of the brutality of this bloody war Indiana Shaw . . . -_-