There was this wise man I once knew
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Who lived down my street a block or 2
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In a back alley where the autumn leaves blew
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A simple man with a heart so true
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John Doe was a quiet man, who kept to himself and lived off the land
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He panned his living with a rusty tin can
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Been living off the streets since Vietnam
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When Johnny came marching home
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From the Vietnam war he was alone
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Slapped with a label, he hid his face, the nightmare of war
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Was one he couldn? erase, when Johnny came marching home
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(he said) I can? let go, I can? forget
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25 years later, that smell I still remember
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As I watched so many young men lose their lives, on that battlefield
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To Vietnam they sent us barely, old enough they placed us
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On the front lines in a land we had no place?e had no place!!!
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On the day I left that battlefield, I might as well have died
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Because nothing in my life this far, has ever felt quite right
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And each and everyday I try to pick the pieces up
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But the pieces never seem to fit, the pain becomes too much
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It's hard to describe, so hard to relate, it's hard letting go
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When you can't escape
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To think that when we came home our country turned its back
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And labeled us all murderers, spit on us, spit on us and laughed
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He spoke with such convicting words, I felt like I was there
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A simple frail and shattered soul, the soldier never dies he sang
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I thought about how it must feel to watch all your friends die
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So far away so far from home, fighting wars we had no place!
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John Doe
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The Code |