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Fire Fright

YOU ASK ME IN WHY I HAVE NEVER SPOKEN
OF THE LIFE I LIVED IN HELL
WHO CAN SPEAK WHILE MY MIND STILL HEARS
THE SOUND OF MY BROTHERS LOST YELL
 
WHO COULD SAY WHAT ONE WOULD FEEL
WHEN YOUNG AND IN WANT OF LOVE
STILL BELIEVING LIFE TO BE IMMORTAL
THE STUFF DREAMS ARE MADE OF
 
BROUGHT UP TO BELIEVE AMERICA IS RIGHT
STANDING WITH GOD ALWAYS FOR THE RIGHT
WHERE EVERY MAN CAN MAKE HIS OWN CHOICE
THE PURSUIT HAPPINESS A GIVEN BIRTH RIGHT
 
NOW AND ANOTHER MAN=S HOME WE STAND
WITH WEAPONS OF HATE WE BROUGHT WITH US
TO GIVE HIS ONE CHOICE OF LIFE TO LIVE
WONDERING WHY HE SHOULD HATE US
 
BACK HOME THE CHILDREN RAN WILD IN THE STREET
THEY DAMNED US FOR WHAT WE WERE MADE TO BE
WITHOUT THEIR NEEDED SUPPORT FROM HOME
WE REALIZED WE WERE THE ENEMY
 
I REMEMBER STANDING IN THE FIELD
BLUE SKY WITH A GENTLE STIR IN THE AIR
WITH ORDERS TO PRESENT AN ARMED PRESENCE
THE BURDEN OF WAR WE MUST BARE
 
THE ORDERS ARE GIVEN BY ONE WHO FEELS NOT
THE FEAR THAT BOILS WITH EVERY BREATH
THE ROAR OF A HEART POUNDING DEEP IN CHEST
THE EXPLOSION OF LIVE WHEN SHATTERED BY DEATH
 
SEARING LEAD FLIES THROUGH THE AIR
PITCHED WITH AN ALTO SHRILL
FIRE WITH ONE DARK CAUSE
CHARGED WITH ANOTHERS WANT TO KILL
 
THE SPLASH OF FLASH YIELDING FORTH ITS BLOOD
THE MOAN OF A DYING MAN’S SOUL
SOUNDS I’LL NEVER FORGET
 
FROM THE DAY WHEN I GREW OLD
 
ALL THE BITTER TEARS I WEPT
THE LAST WORDS AND HOW HE CRIED
HIS MEMORY IN MY HEART I HAVE KEPT
THE LIFE IN MY ARMS THAT DIED
 
MOST WOUNDS TIME HAS HEALED
WHO WANTS TO HEAR WHAT I CAN’T SAY
WHAT WOULD NOW BE THE REASON
TO SPEAK OF AN UN-HISTORIC DAY
 
IT DOES NOT MATTER WHO WAS WRONG
IT DOES NOT MATTER WHO WAS RIGHT
FOR ALL OF US ON THAT LONG HOT DAY
WERE CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT OF FIRE FRIGHT

Thomas N Kirkpatrick

1998

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