The Forgotten

Oh father of mine,
What is it you see?
What are the nightmares,
That can't let you be?

Oh father of mine,
Who jumps at a sound,
Are you remembering a time,
When you hit the ground?

Oh father of mine,
Who is not truly there,
What is it you see,
When out the window you stare?

Oh father of mine,
I miss you so.
Though we never met,
Before you had to go.

Oh father of mine,
Even though you came home,
Why is it ever night,
We still feel alone?
♠ ♠ ♠
This is what I see everyday...
This is the real horor of war. Not the death, not the pain, but the lives changed by what happens thousands of miles from home.