BAD DREAMS
War's hell on the home front,
hard for everyone left behind;
But you never wake from the bad dreams
so it's no better on the front line.
There's no magic in the nightmare.
There's only fear and despair.
There's nowhere to take refuge -
Everyone everywhere's left in disrepair.
War leaves you with exhausted eyes,
broken ties, so many fears and cries.
There's nowhere to run and hide,
A little part of everyone everywhere dies.
So hard on the home front,
for those left behind it seems;
but it's harder on the front line
living out, but never outliving, the bad dreams.