Faye Sizemore

BECAUSE…

Why do I write words of war?
Why write of things best forgotten?
Why can’t I close the door?

I am guilty of being out of harm’s way
I was safe while your lives
Were in danger each day

There’s something the living can’t do
And that’s lie with each of the dying
I trying to right a wrong
Only to end up crying

All I can do is pray
And to each soldier say
Thank you and smile
Please, let me shake your hand awhile