Memories of War
Oh, how all my friends have left me
Each taken by another man’s hand
All alone, I let their ashes go by the sea
The war was tiresome and dreadful as it should be
We walked and marched all along the blood stained land
Oh, how all my friends have left me
Each died with valued honor everyone would agree
But their deaths were all unplanned
All alone, I let their ashes go by the sea
The helicopters came to get them by the hopea trees
I stood still and watched my friends go, as was the command
Oh, how all my friends have left me
The tears came flooding, till I couldn’t see
I took my shoes off and walked in the fresh sand
All alone, I let their ashes go by the sea
How my heart aches for all the death I’ve seen
The blood that was shed, I saw firsthand
Oh, how all my friends have left me
All alone, I let their ashes go by the sea
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