Kathy McCarthy

LOST SOLDIERS

What might you have been, young man?
Had you not gone to fight for our land?

What might you have been, young soldier?
Had they not caught you in their land?

Did your dreams all aspire
In balls, full of fire
In hells full of blood
As others conspired to cause you pain
To make you insane
In the horrors of nightmares
Where enemies do reign
To break and to use you
For secrets unknown.

If we forgot you
It’s a sin on us
That we will be punished
In God you can trust.

For what you might have been…
Would have been our reward.