Many nights I sat in a lighted room afraid of the dark
Many days I sat in a darkened room fearing the light
A journey that on I do not want to embark
Entering a world that so many can not outfight
Ghosts that are never seen but always present
Pulling on the part you hope will keep you safe
Coming from years ago that seem so ancient
Causing the body and mind to doubt one's faith
Swept under the rug so many years back
No one willing to listen avoiding our problems
Looking at us as though staring at a maniac
Not seeing what haunts us with all its phantoms
Sometimes lost deep in a far away memories
Struggling to keep them under control
Wading through the muck of bad images
Day after day living in this Vietnam hellhole
Knowing that the feeling we harbor are lost to others
Seeking someone who can understand and know what we felt
Not able to express our inter angers
None listening to the cry for help.