I am a child born of justice
Am I to be abandoned in my helplessness…
taken advantage of in my innocence
…hear me…

Where is my solace in this protected place
I ask…I ask…where indeed…
America…do not turn your face
…hear me

Long ago…You promised me great things
from the mountains where freedom rings
I am here still seeking them
…Hear me

It is I who cry over the hills
suffering of Agent Orange’s ills
my nightmares long becoming skills
Hear me…

I am the American Veteran
…whose blood has transfused you
Do not turn your face…look true
…hear me