It’s the year two thousand three
And it still hasn’t left me
This nightmare called South Vietnam
Thirty-five years
And three million tears
Still smelling the stench of napalm
Four hundred and twenty months
Keep hitting all at once
One hell of a weight to carry
Three hundred eighty two days
Doing it Uncle Sam’s way
Got thousands of my brothers buried
Twenty-four hours a day
Livin’ in a drug induced haze
Another war called PTSD
There must be a better way
I’d rather just fade away
But there’s loved ones depending on me
Got a band of Brothers
We depend on each other
Recognizable by the look in our eyes
We all look the same
We all shoulder the blame
We spent time under the Vietnam sky
All the monsoon rains
Can’t wash away the pain
As we stare at that black granite Wall
And if in weakness we stumble
Because our knees start to crumble
There are Brothers to help you stand tall
I’ve found time knows no limits
Seconds turn to minutes
While months turn into years
Soon it will be time to sky up
Drink from the blessed silver cup
And leave behind the Vietnam fears
Leave behind the Vietnam years
Leave
behind the Vietnam years
Leave
behind the Vietnam years
Boon
July
27, 2003