Turning Point
Oh! If I could but free you
From drowning at desolation's door
That has impaled your lonely heart
From reaching a joyful peaceful shore
It would be a divine journey
For my humanity to tell
Of heroes who vanquished tyrants
To release your soul from hell
You are haunted by the ghosts
Of this veterans field in Vietnam
Where brave truths became the host
Of the death and dying of the young
With brothers you shared this journey
In the way that brothers do
Brothers fell with the thuds of casualty
While their blood ran red around you
In a single moment
Of bayonets and bullets
Your soul was pierced with the torment
Of terror and regret
You were a part of a limited few that led
To face "glories" price to pay
Behold the twelve and hundred
That were slain upon the field that day
You were never to escape the horror
of that paralyzing plan
You were to fight and die for
The fields of peace to stand
A peace which lost its meaning
To those who with you served
And were left by forces streaming
On this blood-red cursed turf
Now as your life embraced its rage
Entombed by fear it stripped
Your love which lay frozen in its cage
Your heart locked in its crypt
The dark side of you will haunt me
I saw your universal truth
That evil put his foot upon your doorstep
And will never let you loose!
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