Can't Forget
We are what we were,
we were what we are.
Memories are where,
it's not very far.
Today is now,
yesterday is too.
Fallen brothers,
hearts askew.
You can’t forget,
friends of old;
brothers of the gun,
souls were sold.
Gun smoke obscures,
time does too.
Today is past,
memories of those few.
I won't forget,
friends of mine;
those that died,
before their time.
To do otherwise,
would be a cold heart.
Brothers of the gun,
we were a part.
Closer than brothers
were a few
you don't forget;
the bond stays new.
Others say forget
all that has happened.
Gun smoke and brass,
deaths do sadden.
Never shall I forget,
those crashed and burnt.
I truly wish,
those memories weren't.
I live today
in today's world,
but I remember
burnt bodies curled.
No one remembers,
no one cares.
I remember
those devil-may-cares.
Call me stupid,
call me a fool.
The doc says write,
it’s a healing tool.
Touch those places,
that have a scab.
Touch those places,
where the pain is bad.
I shan't forget
my friends I had.
Today is today,
but can't forget the bad.
I am what I am;
past is today.
Yesterday is gone,
but it doesn't fade away.
Yet I live in today,
with all its strife.
But I wonder,
what happened to their wives.
Do their kids
know the story
how their dads died?
Is it a worry?
Can I give peace,
or an ending
for a family,
without bending.
I have talked to one mom;
we cried together.
Where are the others?
My search goes on forever.
War is hell
to a certain few.
I can't forget –
what about you?
