To Forget Would Be Profane (Renamed)edit

A young man fresh off to the war, only to come back a shadow Through the years the toll it took, wasn’t overlooked In a night while we slept, of one mans fright he wept Stumbling through the house screaming of war the horror and carnage his hatred of awe He’d wake from his terror in a cold hard sweat and still forgotten I haven’t yet the look on his face and pain in his eyes the hurt he was feeling deep inside We would hold him, and coo, “Its all right Pa” holding him close, trying hard not to cry, while shivers overtook his body marred In the darkness he would quietly weep we’d be told not to listen “Bloody go back to sleep!” I still lay and think of those horrible night’s remembering his fear the horror and fright I shed my own tears for all his hurts Remembering his sacrifice till tears shake my girth forgetting their sacrifice ? never what its worth