Ghosts of War
Specters of the war at night
Knock sternly at my door
If I
let them in I might
Fall
short of sleep and more
It
has happened all too often
That
I face them in the night
You
would think one time they’d soften
And
take me in daylight
Those ghosts take many forms
When
they visit me at night
From
spirits and dreams and thunder storms
And
the horror of social blight
One
day I’ll remove that door
And
cause the specters flight
To
run and haunt me no more
And
to leave without a fight
