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They went in all directions and coped the best they could,
Carrying more guilt and shame than any veteran should.
They built walls and bunkers inside so they could
be touched no more,
And each night they dreamt, cried and fought a raging war.
Thirty-some odd years have passed and you wonder
where they are.
Some are walking the streets homeless~ some are
in VA mental wards.
Many have died from illness contracted in Vietnam.
Some just quit fighting; some just picked up a gun.
But by the grace of God, some found courage to step out.
"I am a Vietnam veteran; I have the right to be proud."
Tum away if you must or listen if you will.
I've borne all you've thrown at me, yet I'm standing still.
Although my steps are weary and my soul is oh so sore,
You can take your blame and guilt; I won't carry it
any more.
I'll reach out to my brothers who are still standing all alone.
And, by God, you can't stop us ...
one by one we're coming home.