ORPHAN

I'm all alone, a child of war
In this God-forsaken land.
My father was a GI soldier,
And for a mom, I must pretend.

And now I'm only four years old,
And I play beneath the stars.
My brothers died in battle,
And my sisters work in bars.

So I put my tiny hands together,
As I lay me down to sleep,
And pray the Lord to end the war,
And for tonight, my soul to keep.

Tomorrow I'll wake up one day older,
And perhaps the pain I feel;
The burns from Napalm yesterday,
And the scars of war to heal.

Perhaps tomorrow GI's come
Bringing Hershey bars for me.
I like my picture taken
On GI Joe's big knee.

And as I lay me down to sleep
Tonight in my sweet dreams,
My dad comes back to find me,
And brings me beaucoup big ice cream.

And Lord, please help me find my mom;
The one I never saw,
And make us all a family,
Together, safe, once more.

©Copyright 2004 by David Todeschini