We said good-bye, I left for war,
We pledged too much to hump that far.
Come back the boy you are today.
I hope I can, all I could say.
Will you be here when I return?
I will be here, have no concern.
So much occurred while I was there,
Some good, some bad, a lot to bear.
My tour was done, after one year,
I came back home—there was no here.
No girl, no youth, innocence spent—
The price we paid when we were sent.
I see her face at night these days,
Through mem’ry’s eyes and dreamy haze.
They come and go, these dreams of mine,
Of days gone by and love’s sweet wine.
It hurt to see her face last night,
Familiar pain, familiar sight.
If I could choose my dreams this day,
I’d choose a youth that slipped away.
With eyes closed tight to hold my dreams,
I’d search for Innocence it seems.
I wake from dreams I wish would stay,
So great a price we had to pay.
Copyright 2016 Tom Reilly