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Someday They Be Back Home

SOME DAY THEY BE BACK HOME
(Ode To Jim Morrison)
By Roy A. Merritt

The Lizard King hissed and rasped 
And crept up from behind
And the heat shivered 'round about 
And made life seem sublime

And they listened to the vocals 
Of that raging flashing poet
He was bound to a life so brief 
And they certain that he know it

Pursuing women psychedelic pleasures 
Getting higher and higher 
Wishing all that encounter him 
to set his life afire

And the sounds of the jungle 
they buzzing with danger near
As the music of their native land 
Was pounding in their ear

And these olive drab warriors 
Mere children if at all
Toked and reminisced 
And their life back there recalled

Driving down her freeways 
Midnight alleys roamed
Crying in the darkness 
Wishing to be back home

And the pounding beat sometimes scares them 
Though friends nearby alone
Sick of the endless carnage 
And wishing to be back home

And they wish they could mount that Crystal Ship 
And fly to the moon reside
Cruising among the stars
On that slow rolling midnight ride

Come the morning they might be dead 
Or take some poor fool's life
Dooming someone to sure eternity 
They bring this land but strife

They have no notion they hate it 
Hate it just as they
And wish they could flee this instant 
And quickly fly away

Will it be that dear brothers 
Or most assuredly it be the end
The end of us the end of us 
My gentle lonely friend

And they wish they were with some LA woman 
Had her curled up in their arms 
Drinking in her promised pleasures 
Surrendering to her charms

They would tease each other 
And kindly verbal joust
As they listened to the music 
There in that road house 

You know they’d let it roll 
Let it roll all night long
And now the distant choppers sound 
And they wish they were back home

And now they know at last 
They’re just riders, riders on the storm
This troubling life they're living now 
Was planned before they were ever born

they know now it's just destiny 
They have no say it's gone
And best they just submit dear friend 
Some day they be back home
One way they’ll be back home, 
One way they’ll be back home 

This is the end

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Heidi Sands

Date: 12/1/2016 2:52:00 PM

Well done Roy.

Roy Merritt
Date: 12/1/2016 3:25:00 PM

Thanks much Heidi every time I hear an old tune by the Doors I am catapulted back to this time when I was a young man in uniform and this debacle of the time.