And on tides we can't be untouched by

Of troubles stay when lids lay over eyes

The frames and faces I've mistaken

For kids whose lives I may have taken

And if so do I haunt their parents dreams

And in so am I summarized by

Sounds of young lung screams

Their young one's screams

And of war bonds and blood stained hands

Combat neurosis shys from indica strands

And it breaks my mother's

Heart to know I came back broken

With the thought of my arms spilt open

And if so would bring their parent's peace

And if so could I give back the

Sounds of their children's screams

Let go of what I've seen

And if so do I haunt their parents dreams

And in so am I summarized

By sounds of young lung screams

Their young one's screams