Silent Voices: POW-MIAS
A storm is brewing in the air over Arlington
There is another storm below that is not done
...forever ago...it was begun
Can you hear the whispers chant
...becoming louder and louder
...almost a madman's rant
drowning out the thunder...
...From the graves it comes
they whisper...they are the ones.
There is another storm below that is not done
...forever ago...it was begun
Can you hear the whispers chant
...becoming louder and louder
...almost a madman's rant
drowning out the thunder...
...From the graves it comes
they whisper...they are the ones.
Their voices whisper in uneasy sleep
"There are promises you did not keep
The price of freedom was not cheap
Our brothers restless spirits forever roam
Give us our brothers for whom we weep
Bring the Sons of America back home
...so that in peace we may sleep''
©Faye Sizemore 10/3/03
