The doctor gave me some pills,
Said these will help you sleep.
My eyes are getting heavy,
I think they are going to work.

My room is dark and quiet
I will finally get some peace.
The soothing sounds of music
Thunder and lighting fill the air.

The lighting of tracers,
The sound of dying men.
The thunder of the rockets,
I'm going back again.

Now I'm safe, I found a hole.
You guys are dead,
How did you get in here?
What do you mean, we're going for a walk?

I hate this time of year in the Delta,
There's red dust everywhere.
Wait, I think it's going to rain,
The red dust turns to red mud.

Frank, where are you going?
You've got the point again?
Step lightly brother, stay alert,
The ***** are all around.

Hey, Lt. let's take a break.
This radio weights a ton and hurts.
Yes Sir, I know, everyone has problems.
Yes, I'll be sure and tell the chaplin.

From the front, a M-16 on rock and roll.
I think Frank has found a problem.
Yes Sir, the radio is ready,
I think we are going to need some help.

Everyone spread out, find cover.
But watch out for traps where you go.
Radio guy, get over here, now>
**** I don't want to move.

He called the birds, help is on the way.
I see the tracers, going out and coming in.
Is it my imagination, is my radio the target?
My 16 is so hot, I grab one from the ground.

The captain calls our position,
Everyone drops and hugs the ground.
We can hear the jets coming
And hell is what they bring.

Something is not right,
I'm choking on the dust.
We are walking down a road
Me and the dead looking for a enemy.

I've learned to live with the
Loud ringing in my head.
But now it is drowning out the
Sounds of the bullets and guns.

The heat and fear, I'm soaking wet.
The sounds and smells cover me.
The mud is pulling me under.
My wife is shaking me awake.

The smell of ****** and burning bodies,
Gun power, burn pits, rice paddies, bugs.
You can leave the war behind,
But it follows you home.

God, my baby came to live with you
And she left some things behind.
This pink brush it was her favorite,
I would brush her hair before bed nightly.

She is going to be scared God,
Could you have an angel
Help her brush her teeth before
Bed, and maybe tell her a story?

I've brought some things for her God,
To help her  through the days to come.
I have her fluffy kitten and a night light
To help her sleep.  Just for a while please.

She will hide under the covers,
So hard to wake in the morning.
Why am I telling you this?  She is Your
Angel and You already know her.

Have patient with her Lord,
She is just a little girl.
If she draws on the clouds or
Laughs too loud, just love her.

I don't know why you took her,
Or why she had such pain.
I would rather it had been me
And not Your newest angel.

When I was young,
I knew all the answers.
And now I realize,
I didn't know the questions.

The echo of my footsteps
As I walk past the porch,
The creaking of the rocker
As the breeze gives it a life.

Tell me a story cvhair,
Of all that you have seen:
Boys and girls on their bikes,
An old man and his walker.

Up a tree runs a cat,
Chased by Tommy's dog.
She rocks and has a smile
As neighbors go by and wave.

She sits in her rocker and
Watches she roses bloom.
Someday I will stop my walk
And take a minute to visit with her.

Today as I take my walk
I will stop and say hello.
There's the echo of my footsteps
As I pass her empty chair.

By the side of the road
There stood an old house,
It's windows were shuttered
A rusty old car in the yard.

It's been how many years
Since this was a home?
Where once stood a fireplace
Now sits a pile of stones.

Rain through the roof,
Wind through the walls.
A lifeless cold building
Where once there was warm.

If you listen in the twilight
You can hear the children call.
Chasing lighting bugs and
Calling Ally,Ally All in free.

Here I am, it is 2am,
Sitting at my counter.
What did I do today?
What will I do tomorrow?

The cats and dogs,
Dreaming animal dreams.
  I wonder what
  They dream about.

My mind is free to wander,
Nothing to hold it down.
What do I really want to do?
  I will listen to the quiet.

A walk in the garden
Your warm hand in mine.
The sound of silence
Fills the air.

Listen, can you hear it?
A butterfly tiptoes across a rose petal.
A breeze carries a babies cry,
This is God talking to us.

Can you feel the warm
Upon your cheeks?
God loves you, and His Son
Is giving you a kiss.