May 26th 1999
 

I'm sitting at the top of the hill,
Watching the war from my spot,
I'm watching the men kill,
And the millions of men who fought.

I lean forward and hear,
Sounds of death and fear.
I lean back and see,
What has become of thee.

I will remember these sounds, these sights.
Through many long sleepless nights.
I won't forget the hell we've been through,
And the nightmares that haunt me and you.

God forbid that we settle it another way.
Maybe then, we'd be alive to see another day.
But as my spirit walks away from me,
I lay at the top of the hill and see,
What has become of thee.

Cindy

War sucks.........