Bright-eyed Children With Guns

[SilverRose]

Camelot was broken that sixth day in June

And with it, the hopes and dreams of a nation

Divided by war, united in strength

When everyone had something to stand for,

Something to believe in

And the Bright-Eyed Children With Guns

Destined to grow old before their time

Their manhood halted in the realization

That nothing was the way it had seemed

And it was too late to ever turn back

For the Bright-Eyed Children With Guns

One moment a childlike dream of stardom

Idolizing Mickey Mantle and

Collecting baseball cards;

The next moment 'Over There,' where

'The Vietcong have attacked Danang-

It is a fierce and bloody battle.'

I turned off the radio and worried

For the Bright-Eyed Children With Guns

Absorbing unspeakable nightmares

To carry a lifetime's worth of pain,

The buddy the neighbor blown to bits

Destroyed by his own grenade,

A young life ended like many other

Bright-Eyed Children With Guns

Returned home to coffins or lives of torment

Shells of the boys they had once been

And Barbara laughed.

'They'll all get killed.

That's all they go there for--

To get killed. HA HA HA.'

I said nothing.

I was told his portrait hung at his funeral

Above the closed casket.

I was told

'They all look the same

In their Dress-Blues.'

For the Bright-Eyed Children With Guns

The hope of a generation, broken,

Shattered minds, lives,

and dreams

Of what might have been.

[RevRainbow]

I have no adequate comment.

[Qryos]

~ Darlin'! You've found it again. You're strong voice...

You make me sigh & cry & whisper it over again.

[Call me Flower]

Wow

[SilverRose]

~ Darlin'! You've found it again. You're strong voice...

You make me sigh & cry & whisper it over again.

thank you...

but actually this was from a few years ago