For greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.
Wrote this right after the war started after thinking how drastically war changes people, war steals a mans innocence.
There he stood in the corner of the store
in front of the candy like 20 years before
he was our hometown hero just back from the war
now he standing in the corner, staring at the floor.
I asked him, what is wrong son, don’t be ashamed
you were defending our freedom in democracy’s name
as he picked up his head and through a hollow stare
he rambled off a story, called it freedom’s nightmare
He said freedom wasn’t there when we crossed the Delaware
and when the last GI’s in Vietnam left killing ground
they looked down from the chopper and freedom wasn’t found
No, freedom don’t embrace you on the battlefield
it’s not a suit of armor, it’s not a shield
When you wake yourself up on Memorial day
think about this soldier and what he had to say
for he wears his scars inside him
not with honor or pride
because for every wound he suffered
another man has died.