Dream Catcher
Oh! Dream catchers where are you tonight?
Back, back I go in time, to sights and sounds of
jungle warfare. Bombs, flares in flight, black
pajama clad enemy in the dark of night.
Thoughts of home and family crushed by the sound
of automatic fire and the sight of flares aglow.
Death and mayhem all around, back to the world
can’t be found. No sleep, no peace of mind,
loneliness all around. Black body bags on the ground,
silent waiting, waiting, their flight, into the hands of Trinity.
