i wanted to fight so i went to war
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i thought it was right
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to fight for my country
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but then i saw the torture
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i saw the misery the pain and the dead
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and i was wounded now i'm paralyzed
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all this has changed my point of view
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i shot enemies now i know they are humans
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i shot civilists now i know i'm a murderer
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i had time to think now i want to tell
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those young men who want to be soldiers
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who want to fight in a war for their country
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that i've seen it that i'm a victim of war
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and that i don't want them to do
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the same mistake
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every time i close my eyes
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i can hear the screams
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i can see the dead and the fire
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i don't want them to see the things i saw
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i want to tell them they needn't to be
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soldiers to be men
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and i've learned that love and forgiveness
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is better than hate and war
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but now those people who sent me
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to their war forbid me to speak
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about the love about the pleasure
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about the youth i've lost
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Vietnam
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