You have a choice; leave me or remain,

Share my anger; share my bitter pain,

Or choose to go, find a better man,

Who will give you hope - who knows not Vietnam.

There’ll be no joy living here with me,

I’ve lost my way, as you must surely see,

I longed for you so much it wasn’t real,

There was only fear and elation I could feel.

I am still there hiding in my weapon pit,

Here where once my buddy used to sit,

No child would want to have a dad like me,

I’m sick and hurt and need to set you free.

I’m so sorry for my anger, my indifferent way;

Oh, why do you choose here with me to stay?

Ó14 April 04 Colin F Jones