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?
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.