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Viet Nam A Love Song
Too far across the sea
in a place I'd rather not be,
on the winds of war ...
another day slips into forever.
I keep my head low,
pray Charlie doesn't know;
once again I'm running for cover.
The napalm flames get higher,
like an effigy on fire ...
burning down my high school memories.
I wonder if love still resides
in the places we used to hide,
or have they disappeared
into a jungle another world away.
The rapid beating of my heart
means another fire-fight is about to start;
the M16's fire through the dark
like a semi-automatic snare drum.
Another battle has begun
“Screw this hell hole” rolls of my tongue;
this is no way to treat any mother's son …
Today have I learned what it means to die?
As mortar leaves the sky ...
the enemy have given their reply;
I listen to other men die
seems life all around me is failing.
If I ever make it home,
I plan never again to roam …
get lost in her forever charms ...
and on the winds of love,
I promise we'll be sailing.
Copyright ©
Gregory Espy
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