The plainess of a shadow,
upon a field of black.
The image of one who fought for us
but didnt make it back.
Thank you God for giving me the gift of life.
Also for giving me men and woman who'd risk their lives for mine.
They may never have known the real me
But fought for me nonetheless.
They loved and cared just like any other person would
But their emotions would be unknown by hugs and kisses but by gun shots heard around the world.
When you see the stars and stripes blowing in the breeze,
Say your thanks and prayers for each one of them.
The walls stand there as a memory of the men who fought, the men who died
Their names a witness of their duty.
To think that those names represented the lives of those who fought for us
Yet we'd never get the chance to thank them for all they've done.
We may not have known them
someone father,mother, or even son
But with each life give someones family is missing one.
As rain poursdown I cant help but think they're tears from the heavens above.
These lives may have been taken from us,
But brought up to a God so good above.
For all those men who left behind a child and a brave wife,
I pray each night that they would never be forgotten,
but that their names owuld remind all who past it,
of the sacrifices they made.
Fifty-five thousand voices can be heard hidden within this wall.
Their wishes and dreams for their futures were washed away,
But can be heard by their silent whispers carried by the wind.
We remember their names in silence and praise
Realizing they fought for the future that lay ahead for me.
With God by our side we'll win the good fight,
in order to glorify him and all those names written in gold against the black granite wall.
As a hand is placed amongst the wall the families know their lives would never be the same.
We feel helpless knowing we couldnt stop them from falling on the battle field..
Men fell one by one with only the simple ground to catch their lifeless bodies.
As the enemy shot at them with their deadly rounds.
Men stood around as they prayed to God that this battle would cease
And that instead would be over come by a sense of peace.
Memories soon faded of the dreadful days in Nam'
Soon the world would feel the peace and serenity of knowing some lives would be spared.
For those who'd lost a loved one in this terrible war
They would only be reminded of the saddened face of the family and friends no one would forget
As they remove there hand from the wall and place a red rose at it's base.
They cant help but imagine the face hidden behind the name written in gold.
After so much time and the many shedded tears
This war would soon end after twenty-five years.
This would be the last time a gold star mom would loose her son in Vietnam.
Freedom we take for granted.
God's love would open heaven's gates
Allowing all who fought for this cause to confide within his kingdom.
upon a field of black.
The image of one who fought for us
but didnt make it back.
Thank you God for giving me the gift of life.
Also for giving me men and woman who'd risk their lives for mine.
They may never have known the real me
But fought for me nonetheless.
They loved and cared just like any other person would
But their emotions would be unknown by hugs and kisses but by gun shots heard around the world.
When you see the stars and stripes blowing in the breeze,
Say your thanks and prayers for each one of them.
The walls stand there as a memory of the men who fought, the men who died
Their names a witness of their duty.
To think that those names represented the lives of those who fought for us
Yet we'd never get the chance to thank them for all they've done.
We may not have known them
someone father,mother, or even son
But with each life give someones family is missing one.
As rain poursdown I cant help but think they're tears from the heavens above.
These lives may have been taken from us,
But brought up to a God so good above.
For all those men who left behind a child and a brave wife,
I pray each night that they would never be forgotten,
but that their names owuld remind all who past it,
of the sacrifices they made.
Fifty-five thousand voices can be heard hidden within this wall.
Their wishes and dreams for their futures were washed away,
But can be heard by their silent whispers carried by the wind.
We remember their names in silence and praise
Realizing they fought for the future that lay ahead for me.
With God by our side we'll win the good fight,
in order to glorify him and all those names written in gold against the black granite wall.
As a hand is placed amongst the wall the families know their lives would never be the same.
We feel helpless knowing we couldnt stop them from falling on the battle field..
Men fell one by one with only the simple ground to catch their lifeless bodies.
As the enemy shot at them with their deadly rounds.
Men stood around as they prayed to God that this battle would cease
And that instead would be over come by a sense of peace.
Memories soon faded of the dreadful days in Nam'
Soon the world would feel the peace and serenity of knowing some lives would be spared.
For those who'd lost a loved one in this terrible war
They would only be reminded of the saddened face of the family and friends no one would forget
As they remove there hand from the wall and place a red rose at it's base.
They cant help but imagine the face hidden behind the name written in gold.
After so much time and the many shedded tears
This war would soon end after twenty-five years.
This would be the last time a gold star mom would loose her son in Vietnam.
Freedom we take for granted.
God's love would open heaven's gates
Allowing all who fought for this cause to confide within his kingdom.
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