It’s hard to find, the storiesThat, they won’t talk aboutIt’s hard, to realize the thingsThat they had, to go, without.How can they let the feelings(Even, they don’t understand)Show to, any other peopleIn this, Freedom’s Land.We can’t know, the hardshipsUnless, we were thereEspecially, when they came back homeTo those who didn’t, seem, to care.Unless you had, lived through itWatching, Comrades that had diedWhy should they, talk about it to usOf, the tears, inside, they’ve cried?Even, if they chose to tell usWhat difference, would it makeWould it be worth the chanceThat they, would have to take.Why should they bare their soulThat’s already been, stripped, cleanBecause, even with, a picture of itWe couldn’t see, what they have seen.Sometimes, all we have to doIs, to look into their eyesAnd think that we might see or hearTheir, mournful, pain-filled cries.That POW who came homeWho lived, through that HellCan’t tell the stories, of the MIAWho never had, a chance to tell!So, we may never, ever, knowOf, the horrors, they have, knownAnd, if we think about itIt’s probably best, that they aren’t shown!But there is, always an endTo every, never-ending storyAlthough sometimes, they’re never toldIn, all their Truth and Glory.So if you ask about itAnd if you ever wonder whyThey won’t talk of that nightmareMaybe now, you might know, Why?
Location:
Green Bay WI
Interests:
Life is a waterfallWe drink from the riverThen we turn aroundAnd put up our walls"System Of A Down"T
Occupation:
Produce, It Takes a Man to Stack Fruit (Johns Shirt)
Vehicles:
2002 Chevy Silverado k1500
Signature
EATS RAM CRAPS FORD!!!
2002 Chevy Silverado K1500
Just over 150k miles
One tough truck has gone through alot in the last 3 months:glasses: