Unforgettable
Looking down the street
Silence surrounds my seat
Yet clashes and bashes rign within
My shoulders and neck begin to stiffen
The Past is so long gone
But my heart is not withdrawn
The past can never return
But yet those memories burn
A year to remember
A year repeated never
I was young in 1944
In combat fighting offshore
In 1944,
"A war worth fighting for"
I was ready
I was steady
But when those planes came
How could I stay sane?
Fighting for all its worth
Then Death and now rebirth
Now it's time for healing
But those scars I keep on feeling
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