****** on the rice fields of Vietnam,
Where was God when his children wanted to sleep,
The burnt villages should make you question;
Is your love really too young to weep ?
(Grandfather’s murmurs – here to stay,
The woman I love wouldn’t have it another way.)
Life from the shores of incredible pain,
Your mother gave birth to shifting sands ,
A woman’s love should make you question;
Did god kiss her bridal hands ?
(Father’s advice – never fades,
Our love will outlast his coming decades.)
Early mornings at red-sacred dawn,
I still remember your un-spectacled eyes,
A mother’s prayers should make you question;
Why does God believe your innocent lies ?
(Mother’s beauty- touches all,
She wants you to sing this coming fall.)
****** on the rice fields of Vietnam,
Where was man when his brothers wanted to sleep
A squandered earth should make you question;
Is her love really too young to keep ?
(Grandmother’s pearls – here to shine,
I am glad I made you forever mine.)
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
****** on the rice fields of Vietnam,
Where was God when his children wanted to sleep,
The burnt villages should make you question;
Is your love really too young to weep ?
(Grandfather’s murmurs – here to stay,
The woman I love wouldn’t have it another way.)
Life from the shores of incredible pain,
Your mother gave birth to shifting sands ,
A woman’s love should make you question;
Did god kiss her bridal hands ?
(Father’s advice – never fades,
Our love will outlast his coming decades.)
Early mornings at red-sacred dawn,
I still remember your un-spectacled eyes,
A mother’s prayers should make you question;
Why does God believe your innocent lies ?
(Mother’s beauty- touches all,
She wants you to sing this coming fall.)
****** on the rice fields of Vietnam,
Where was man when his brothers wanted to sleep
A squandered earth should make you question;
Is her love really too young to keep ?
(Grandmother’s pearls – here to shine,
I am glad I made you forever mine.)
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