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The shadows of the past Come back to haunt you Talk of a war and dying Lives lost and the crying Weeping for loved ones lost A war at any cost. Questions from old heros ask We went to war, it was our task Youth lost, I became a man Holding ground, we should have ran I fought for peace In this world, you know Step lightly before you stand War itself has never been grand To die in a field, you die alone Those returning, return on the own A call for peace, what can this mean A mothers child, has been. She watched him as he slept at night In his dreams, relived the fight She would protect him, her precious son But shadows past, are not done. Lyn ~ February 17, 2003© |
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