The Spirit Of the Wall
You came to see my name today
I saw you standing there
Man, you sure look different
With that silver in your hair
But me, I haven’t changed
I’m still the ripe old age of 21
That’s one of the things about us ghosts
We’re now and forever young
Do you remember how proud we were
When we were called by Uncle Sam?
And I remember being a little afraid
When they shipped us to Vietnam
And I remember the heat
And the marching through the mud
And the sounds of all that shooting
And the sight of all that blood
Then I remember when it was
Time for us to go home
But I couldn’t go
So you made that trip alone
You returned to a country
That couldn’t seem to understand
How all the boys that left
Came back a bunch of messed up men
Our country seemed a little naive
Before that mixed up war
Now we never can seem
To get things back the way they were before
Now some of us are just a name
Just a small part of history
But with the building of that wall
It somehow restored our dignity
I saw that there is still pain
Even after all these years
I’m afraid I saw a lot of
in your tears
But this is a wall of love
We hope that’s what everyone feels
And the warm spirits of all the ones
That surround “The Wall That Heals”
I saw you had a family
A couple of kids and a pretty wife
Try to forgive the past
And have a happy life
I guess I’ll go now
That I seem to have said it all
of me once in a while
The ghost that stays with “The Wall”