BLOOD ON THE MOON
WRITTEN BY JEFF R HILTON OCTOBER 2019
WOUNDED WARRIOR
BROKEN WING
CONSCIOUS OF EVERYTHING
MOVE IN SILENCE OF NIGHT
TRAVEL LIGHT
THE HOURS BURN AWAY
RIGHT INTO THE LIGHT OF DAY
KEEP ON GOING
OR DIG IN AND STAY
HE LIVES EVERY DAY
LIKE IT COULD BE HIS LAST
CLOSE YOUR EYES
AND THERE'S THE PAST
HARD TO LEAVE BEHIND
YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE IT BEHIND
IN SO MANY WAYS
HE'S STILL
OUT THERE ON THE LINE
NOSE TO THE WIND
BATTLE READY SENSES
THERE'S SOMETHING
COMING IN
FOR GOD AND COUNTRY
FOR GOOD OF MAN
THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID
IT WAS NEVER THEM
THAT WOULD TURN UP DEAD
A LITTLE BIT OF PAY
FOR A PRICE ON YOUR HEAD
AND INTO THE FIGHT THEY WERE LEAD
AND JUST LIKE THAT
THE WAR MACHINE WAS FED
BLOOD ON THE MOON
A BLACK EYE ON THE SUN
RIGHT THERE IN THE MIDDLE
A WAR THAT CAN'T BE WON
BACK TO THE START
ITS FALLING APART
GOING IN CIRCLES
A NOT SO MERRY-GO- ROUND
A BOY TO A MAN
IN AS MUCH AS
HE COULD STAND
WITH THE END
ALWAYS THAT NEAR
LIFE BECOMES
A LITTLE MORE
THAN IT EVER WAS
EVERY OUNCE OF ENERGY
GOES TO
KEEP YOUR HEAD
ALL THE THINGS
NOBODY SHOULD EVER SEE
BURNED INTO MEMORY
BLOOD ON THE MOON
A BLACK EYE ON THE SUN
THERE'S A CROSS
FOR EVERY MOTHERS SON
You captured what it was like for those who served in country. My oldest brother and a good friend of mine would agree.
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