It seems to me an age ago I slept. I closed my eyes, and snuggled warm and free Of worry, or of eyes that often wept For heroes, now entombed in dark debris. At times, I feel I live a world away From twisted metal, powdered stone, and pain. But, then the ghastly images take sway - Review the awful memories again. The vast and placid lands that are my home, Once offered all the safety I could need; But now, I know the enemy can come To steal away that peace with lightning speed! And as we ponder war in our great pain, Sometimes, I think I'll never sleep again.
Mick McKellar September 2001 |
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