I feel the rain feeding my soul
Tears of 100,000 men soaking the soil
A flag turns inward
A salute and a cry
Oh God why do men die?
Young
Still trying their foolishness on the world
From small steps to large steps
Paving their way in the world
Then a last breath
The closing of eyes
Have you not heard
Men die before their time?
this is beautiful, Al...what a stirring tribute, ending with a really good question...one that once answered, maybe we can stop this bloodshed and loss of life for once and for all.
Yes, Al, why do they die so young? You empty your heart-felt thoughts in this one, my friend; that cry into the world for those whose lives were cut short... well done!
What a beautiful spirit you have my dear friend. This is a most heartfelt write I have read about memorial day. I can feel their rain getting soaked up in the name of freedom.. wow!