So It Goes Around and Around

So It Goes Around and Around

So many suffer from this demon you see

An unknown thing called PTSD.

Many of my friends are affected so easily

By this thing called PTSD.

I too am not immune to this dreaded thing

Just a little of the cost to let freedom ring.

No one can know the torment it can bring

Some say can’t you just hear the birds sing?

Another day and night of awful things a home it has found.

Each that suffers can know how another feels when they are down.

A wicked surf that within each day by day drown.

And so it goes around and around.

November 18, 2004