DREAMS
No one makes anyone look bad,
The guilty are sad.
Ride with me,
The sky you will see,
And low spots may be cold.
But in life, we live in strife,
Trying not to remember.
Dreams are there,
You do not share.
Thank God for that.
Dreams of past, forever last,
Most nights are horror.
Things we've seen,
Things we've done.
Thank God, you were not there.
Now back home so alone,
No one makes us look bad.
Yet many are guilty and sad.
Your dreams should be happy ones,
You want none of ours.
So ride with me,
And see the sky,
Help warm the low cold spots.
We Vets will not forever last,
So I must ask. Remember us.