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Written By: Patricia Annette B�cheler
"Visions of War"
I was still a kid when I left that day
Not knowing if I'd ever again pass this way.
So far from home I was afraid
And in my hand I held a grenade.
The sky was dark above my head
And I knew in a moment I could be dead.
Friends were falling all around
Leaving me standing on a blood soaked ground.
I looked up to Heaven and begged God to take me home
To the place I'd feel safe and not so alone.
Days and days passed me by
But not once did I allow myself to cry.
Finally the war ended and I got to go home
To the place that I knew I belonged.
Things weren't right , but what was wrong
May be the memories were still to strong.
My home , my family it was all plain to see
That nothing had really changed, except for me.
It was then that I finally allowed myself to cry
For all of my friends that had to die.
Was winning the battle worth it all
Imagining the things I am sure they saw.
If you weren't there you have no idea
Of the pain in the hearts of the men who left the field.
We may have won, but I think we lost
Cause look at the price that winning cost.
Copyright �2000 Patricia Annette B�cheler
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