Purple Heart
They said it was for wounds received
as they pinned it to my chest,
but the wounds they couldn't see
were far worse than the rest.
They took away my childhood dreams
of peace and harmony.
They took away my dreams of love
and made a monster out of me.
My friends all say I've changed somehow
I'm not the boy they knew.
I know they're right for that boy died
in a green hell called Pleiku.
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