58,000+ and that's the count
Black stone etched in silence,
the memories..red, in coming loud,
for years we've been trying to forget the horror,
for years we've been dealing with the guilt,
the friends we lost
And what we did still haunt us,
there will never be a war
to end all wars,
there can only be a peace to begin all peace...
Continues in their memory...
blood flows through veins of granite,
chiseled are the names of the dead,
the struggle goes on in the shadow of other men free,
a vision we've seen in the light of the long dark wall,
58,000+ and that's the count,
58,000+ died in the 'Nam,
there's a black wall in Washington, a
nd we'll break it up and turn it all to gravel,
to build a road where others have fell
58,000+ on the stone
We are to blame if we haven't learnt by now,
we will unite
And fight politicians of war
to pave the future for our children
For the road gone by,
for the road denied.
for road not built for peace
Contributed by L. E. - 2020/5/28 - 22:32
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