From Friend To Foe

On that day, On that very day, Somewhat, Seventy years ago. From the train, You dangled, Almost there hang in there, Buck. Almost there, Stretch and reach, Grab my hand, We'll be reunited soon. Creak and grunt, Crack and scream, Panic, Fear. Fingers collide, Slipping through, Rail snaps, Fall. That scream you screamed, Terrified as you fall, Farther and farther, Screams. "Bucky!" "Steve!" My screams your screams, Gone. Impact, Injuries, No light, No arm. Dead, Dead in the snow, Dead in the mountians, No. Seventy years past, Seventy years ago, Seventy years later, Seventy years now. A man, Gun in hand, Shaggy hair, Determined face. A man, All in black, Mask on face, Metal arm. My friend, My foe, My savior, My killer. I could never fight, The one who gave me hope, You gave me a chance, Even when no one would. I'm not gonna fight you, I'm not gonna hurt you, "Cuz I'm with ya till the end of the line, Pal." Now it's my turn to fall, And your turn to watch, Our turn all over again, To watch in fear. You gave me a life, You gave me a brother, You gave me a friend, Why can't I return the favor? You protected me, I protected you, You fought me, I stayed with you. From friend to foe, We remain, From friend to foe, We stayed.

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