The unforgotten War
Dreams
My dreams are real as my wild thoughts run
Of small battles lost, of small battles won.
We faced our truth in a jungle war
With rifle fire and rocket roar,
And no one knew just
how we would feel as we lost our
souls on those Battlefields;
And my youth has gone to return no more,
Except in my dreams of that jungle war.
Like a drum
Somewhere in the night my heart beats like a drum
And if I'm really good, I'll see the morning come.
The rockets make the sound of thunder,
The tracers light the sky.
And if I'm really good, maybe I won't die.
And the rain keeps falling like teardrops from the sky
For the young men left to live,
And the young men yet to die.
AN AMERICAN SCENE
We were born in a dream – an American scene
And the truth was etched in our minds
Yet to be black or white made no difference those nights for our war had no lines
And as our rifles roared with vicious scores,
We became friends for life,
and then one day,
on a patrol so far away
He went back to Harlem; back to his wife
He had died by my side; I held him and cried
And I lost my friend for life.
VENUES
Battle-hardened veterans standing in the rain
Awaiting a lift of choppers with men who have no names
The look on their painted face is gray…
As gray as the monsoon sky.
Whoever stands in their way this day
Is surely going to die.
And the rain keeps on falling
Like teardrops from the sky.
AND SO MUCH MORE
Kneeling before my master the question was asked of me,
"Was it all you wished it to be?"
And like a flood of great waves that crash upon the rocky shore,
My memories pour out of me and Oh! So much more.
The love, the hate, the laughter, the sorrow, the peace.
And a war lay scattered before me like diamonds on a
Black marble floor
And once again the question was asked of me,
"Was it all you wished it to be?"
And I felt a rumbling from deep inside
And I heard my soul reply:
"Oh yes my Lord, and so much more"
My dreams are real as my wild thoughts run
Of small battles lost, of small battles won.
We faced our truth in a jungle war
With rifle fire and rocket roar,
And no one knew just
how we would feel as we lost our
souls on those Battlefields;
And my youth has gone to return no more,
Except in my dreams of that jungle war.
Like a drum
Somewhere in the night my heart beats like a drum
And if I'm really good, I'll see the morning come.
The rockets make the sound of thunder,
The tracers light the sky.
And if I'm really good, maybe I won't die.
And the rain keeps falling like teardrops from the sky
For the young men left to live,
And the young men yet to die.
AN AMERICAN SCENE
We were born in a dream – an American scene
And the truth was etched in our minds
Yet to be black or white made no difference those nights for our war had no lines
And as our rifles roared with vicious scores,
We became friends for life,
on a patrol so far away
He went back to Harlem; back to his wife
He had died by my side; I held him and cried
And I lost my friend for life.
VENUES
Battle-hardened veterans standing in the rain
Awaiting a lift of choppers with men who have no names
The look on their painted face is gray…
As gray as the monsoon sky.
Whoever stands in their way this day
Is surely going to die.
And the rain keeps on falling
Like teardrops from the sky.
AND SO MUCH MORE
Kneeling before my master the question was asked of me,
"Was it all you wished it to be?"
And like a flood of great waves that crash upon the rocky shore,
My memories pour out of me and Oh! So much more.
The love, the hate, the laughter, the sorrow, the peace.
And a war lay scattered before me like diamonds on a
Black marble floor
And once again the question was asked of me,
"Was it all you wished it to be?"
And I felt a rumbling from deep inside
And I heard my soul reply:
"Oh yes my Lord, and so much more"
Tags & Keywords : Vietnam,War, Memories, Freedom
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