will you stay with me in my time of need
and forgive me for my hurtful deeds
i can't move with this pack weighing 63
your memories are all that carry me
when i dig that fox hole at night
i just wait for the fight
but all i seem to fight is fear
and a death that seems so near
i am surrounded,by gooks and the countryside
my tears are seen in the monsoon skies
i see them now looking straight at me
my pack feels lighter now, i feel free
i wait for the lead to hit home
the moment it hit me i felt so alone
i knew i would come to Nam to die
so did my folks, it was in their goodbyes
another one of uncle Sam's many lies
a half raised flag in the napalm skies
