Home has been a symbol of our culture, our tradition, and what we are as human beings.
Home mirrors our ambitions and dreams as well as our fears and hesitations.
Home seems far away and more beautiful when you are a soldier at war.
LORD I CANíT HELP
BUT WISH ,
I WERE HOME
Iím just a soldier who stands in the rain;
My memories of home are what keep me sane.
Back home is a land of milk and honey,
Ruled by lust and love of money.
But, what can I say, when I serve her true,
For I volunteered to see this war through.
Now, that Iím here, it's hard to believe,
We're just the victims of those who deceive.
As darkness falls on the rice fields of Nam
Scared men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm.
It's thousands of miles to the steps of my church,
With its stained glass, steeples and lost souls who search.
Off in the distance I see an arc light,
Bombs being dropped on children at night.
I've seen that evil they call the "yellow rain,"
And how life withers when it's sprayed by a plane.
All of my buddies have been taken away,
No more touch football will they ever play.
Zipped in their body bags for the long trip home,
Are some of the bravest, I've ever known.
War is a hell, devised by man,
There's death in the sea, the sky and the land.
Lord, I canít help but wish I were home,
Back with my love, whom I hope is alone?
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