In a early summers evenings rain
Feeling that ache of a far away pain
Does that pungent odor of a Jungle smell
Take you back to that terrible hell
Sleep fleeting away each night
Sheets soaked with sweat from fright
Afraid to even speak your mind
Worried of what others might find
Things so dark never to see the light of day
Trying to forget bowing your head to pray
Never does it leave always there by your side
Drifting in and out like the endless tide
A soul lost in a muddy world of shame
One who should for his deeds be given fame
Friends and loving family might help him with the blues
With love and understanding he might get through
Even if it's just for one more year
For all of us the time grows near
When we will be called to answer the count
At God's beautiful heavenly Guard Mount