Friends
Friends
Yes, I Remember Vietnam,
But I Have Never Been to the Wall
I Just Haven’t Been at All Ready
To See Names That Took the Fall.
I Was There the Day That George Died,
He Had Just Become My Friend,
But I Stayed Right by His Side...
I Stayed with Him to the End.
I Often Wonder How I Lived
When So Many Others Died.
Sometimes I Still Cry in the Night
With a Pain I Cannot Abide.
So I’ve Decided the Time Has Come,
I Am Going to See the Wall
I Am Going to Find My Friends
Somehow I Can Hear Them Call.
I Will Find Each and Every One of Them,
I Know They Are Listed There.
But I Will have to have Some Help.....
From Someone Else That Cares.
They Will Have to Hold My Hand
I Can’t Do it on My Own.
I Have Too Many Emotions,
For the Friends That Didn’t Come Home.
Connie Moore
May 3, 2000
Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2014
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