Marines on Mutter Ridge
CLOSED DOORS
I'm so weary
Tossed, lost, and dead-eyed bleary
Coming back from Vietnam's wars tumultuous
Lost along the way all in my life held virtuous
Misplaced my sacred values in the tempest forlorn
Disoriented, the best of me cut'n shorn
Gone the faith I based my life on
Spirit misused and abused
By the sleight of "the man"
The cunning craftiness of his hatred plan
Fighting for survival in his beleaguered band
My souls sacrificed and mislaid
What a high price for your freedom we paid
Still looking for redemption
Trying to make the hate back to loving transition
Trying to mask the killer I'd become
In my year of the gun
Under the blistering, hot, Vietnamese sun.
I knocked at your door
I think I know you from before
Please let me in I implore
Come from riding that hateful beast war
Give my impoverished soul relief
Give me succor to restore my belief
Lift up my faith in my fellow man
I need again to understand
Comfort my soul
Lift me out of this hole
Please show me the way again to trust
I will try your sensibilities not to disgust
Lead me
Guide me
Walk beside me
For I am a child again you see
Needing refreshing food and drink
My humanities death on the brink
Are you there, are you there, I cried in the silence
Save me I pray from this castigated violence.
But I saw and heard nothing but.
Closed doors!