THE LINE IN THE SAND
| When we were young we had simple ways we had no demons to haunt our days. Enemies were few and far between. We took for granted the rippling of the country stream. Without fail the bully came to shove and fight. And though the solution silly and trite, we had to run or make a stand, so with our toe we drew a line in the sand Hey boy! Cross over this line and your ass is mine. I'll send you home to mummy crying. But to be a man you had to swing; man that black eye was a life-changin' thing. In innocence we grew up and went to war; we had no idea what was in store. We fought for truth and for freedom's rights, we battled for our sanity as we hid our fright. As warriors we fought with honor, we fought to win. Our own nation thought we were lost in sin. Many dies because they took a stand; they stepped over that line drawn in the sand. Time moves on; years have passed but the past still lives. This generation has forgotten what we can't forgive. So we carry the scars and we hide them from view 'til the bully shows up to challenge you. Hey! Old man you fought and killed and let villages burn. You made it home... Some never returned. I am here to remind you so you won't forget! I will keep you bound by your own regret. There is a choice; you can put it off But it's a choice that must be made. You can bury it now or take it with you to your eternal grave. It's time to face the dreadful dragon of guilt; to bury the sword into its heart clear up to the hilt. To have the victory You must first understand, that it is ...YOU... who must draw the line in the sand! |
Richard D. Preston
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