To See What Those Eyes Have Seen


I took a walk down the the park in our town
To watch the parade go by
With their medals and barets, this was our day
To honor them and those who have died.
The flags were waving, the pipes were playing
And as they made their way past me
I Stood there and stared and wondered what it was like
To have seen what those eyes have seen.

Did those eyes see a friend die in his arms
His body twisting and writhing in pain.
Did those eyes see things that he'd pray to god
He will never have to see again.
Every day there was a constant struggle
To follow orders and try to survive
And after all that they still think they're lucky
Because they came home alive.

Did those eyes have the eyes of another man
In his sights as a battle began
Knowing full well it's him or it's me as he squeezed off the trigger again.
After all of these years he can still see his face
He can still hear the shot and his cries.
Innocence lost in a fight to the death
That will haunt him til the day he dies.

So as the crowd gathered around and they laid the wreaths down
The band played songs in the rain
And then for a moment the brohters in arms
Were reporting for duty again.
The the band grew quiet and we all bowed our heads
And the last post was all you could hear
Then I thought why don't we honor our heroes
More than one day a year!!

Cheers
Jack Lewin