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Think
Think.
About the good time we had;
All the laughs we had shared.
We walk out of the door,
Saying our good-byes;
Wondering if we will ever make it back again.
Walking down the street,
As our parents watch us go;
Hoping ‘n’ praying not wanting to let their baby go.
Before we know it we are up at the front,
Trembling in fear;
Not knowing what to do.
The first shot just went off,
Bullets are flying;
One just hit my pal.
Then I go running and screaming for help,
The doctors come and put him on a stretcher;
They take him to the clinic.
We retreat for the night and go to the barracks,
I cannot sleep just the mere through of him dying;
Jumping into my clothes.
As I rush down to the clinic,
I find his bed;
Half awake he says, “Tell my mom I love her.”
I go to find a doctor,
Once we return to check on him;
The doctor turns to me with a trembling hand.
My eyes start to water,
I cannot stop the tears from coming;
I have just lost my best friend.
The war has ended,
When I get home I see my family;
I run into my mom’s arms and give her a hug.
I see his mother,
And approach her;
I tell them the news with a shaking voice.
She is needing a shoulder to cry on,
Soon walking up to his tombstone on a cold rainy night;
Tears streaming down her face.
Flowers drooping in her hands,
She kneels down and prays;
As she places the flowers she puts her hand on his tombstone.
She gets up and turns to her husband,
Grasps him with her arms;
And soon goes home.
Think.
