To Live The Wall
To live the wall is...
To see the faces,
To hear the voices,
To feel the presence of the de*d.
To live the wall is...
To share a hug,
To shed a tear,
To love those who are no longer here.
To live the wall is...
To touch a name,
To say goodbye,
To say well done, and Thank You,
To say Welcome Home, my brother, my friend.
To live the wall is...
To lend a shoulder,
To lend a hand.
To live the wall is to understand.
Names Aren't Just Names
Vietnam was just another war that I had heard of sometime before,
But as I walked past the wall I saw the pic*ures, poems, and love for some lost soul.
I realize with a sharp pain, that these names aren't just names,
They belong to a father, son, and brother.
The courage they must have had in order to give their heart and soul,
In exchange for such a burdensome load.
I stop and pause to give a moment of praise,
And tears stroll down my face,
Then I turn to walk away.
I can only hope and pray,
That I may have the courage to walk the same as they,
And to earn the colors and the wings,
And maybe, just maybe someone someday,
Will be proud to say,
My name is not just another name!
Memory Wall
A wall was built to remember those who have gone on.
The pic*ures and poems of innocence lost,
Make my heart pause.
As I read a mother's story of the loss of her son,
Tears begin to surface.
I Stand and wonder why so many had to die.
The names are unfamiliar to my sight,
But it hurts me just the same.
Lying on the ground is a pic*ure of a young man,
Twenty or so,
He never came home.
I feel a hand on my shoulder,
I look up at an older woman,
She said thank you for coming,
That is my son.
Freedom's War
Many lives are ended every day.
The endless pains of human suffering,
Which we have caused up on ourselves.
The price for freedom is an endless cost,
With each know day another life lost.
Greed and pride have crippled man's soul,
Raging against all life and leaving nothing but tears for the d*ad.
We give and take without respect to the human race.
Is the soul of a man whose body is white,
More precious than that of another color?
Are silver and gold worth somebody's soul?
We live each day in torment not knowing who will be the next to go.
War's between people,
The de*th toll is high,
What can we do,
Except say goodbye?
Hold your head high,
And thank God for all who have died,
Trying to protect the freedom He granted us,
When he gave His life.
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