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Oh Liza, dear Liza
Oh Liza, dear Liza. My plane’s going down.
I’m somewhere over the Pacific, but there's nobody around.
Nobody to watch as this hunk of metal falls
No one to weep as these blaring alarms stall.
Dear Liza, my Liza. Now I’m going down.
It’s not valiant or brave like you hear of in town.
There was no gunfire, I’m just out on patrol
But the engines went out and I’ve lost all control.
My Liza, sweet Liza. They won’t write this down.
My picture won’t be the talk of the town.
The air force and navy won’t chant my name
I’ll be just another body that disappeared with his plane.
Sweet Liza, strong Liza. I know I’ve let you down.
I promised I’d come home safe and sound.
They won’t have a body, for I’m lost out at sea
You’ll open the door, hoping it’s me.
Strong Liza, please Liza. Try not to fall down.
Their job is to bring news, not stop widows’ frowns.
They’ll hand you a flag and give all their thanks
It’ll have to be enough to take my place.
Please Liza, oh Liza. Tell them my name.
For I won’t get the credit or share any fame.
I fought in no battles, my kill count is zero
I’m just a name on a stone in a yard full of heroes.
Copyright ©
Brooke Zerbs
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