As I look into the mirror,
I'm amazed at what I see.
A POW/MIA looking back at me.
And although weak and fragile,
from the years gone by,
in a stearn & strong voice,
he simply ask me "WHY"?
As I searched his ghostly eyes,
I could feel the pain he felt.
From all the secrets and the lies,
as to why they were left behind.
He reached through the glass,
and took me by the hand,
and he pulled me through the other side,
to the jungles of VIETNAM.
He told me not to be afraid,
For he would not abandon me,
he just thought there were some things,
I really ought to see.
As I looked around,
my eyes in disbelief,
POW'S and MIA'S were all surrounding me.
And as each one passed me by,
they reached and touched my hand,
and as I left the pits of hell,
in a gentle voice they said,
"Thanks to all of you,
who fight with words and rhyme,
were looking forward to coming home,
!!!!!!!!!!!! IN "1999" !!!!!!!!!!!!