Terry D. Sutherland

GLORY DAYS

They were glory days
The days of our youth
Lord, how we loved it back then

We were at war
And winning we thought
We had thousands of soldiers to spend

We traveled the land
With our guns and our birds
Believing we had land to defend

We walked the long nights
Hunting for country and home
To hell, the enemy we’d send

When it was over
We’d squandered our youth
With no one left to call friend