A PIECE OF ME
I discovered the other day
I had lost something along the way.
A piece of me is missing
A piece for which I have been reminiscing.
Oh it's nothing you can see
A part that had but one plea.
"Do the best that you can do;
Bring as many home as you can with you."
The part seems to have lost its way
For I remember that once with me it did stay.
But it seems that somewhere, I know not where,
It just fell off and to find it I do not dare.
Maybe it was the first brother that I lost
Or could it have been the eight: what a terrible loss.
"Just do the best that you can do;
Bring as many home as you can with you."
Too many still laying cold in the ground
Some of them already dead when they were found.
A leader, is that what you think?
When you are twenty years old, a lot of things are out of sync.
I honestly did the best I could
No older men found to do the job, maybe they should
This part of me that I seem to have lost
Is those brothers lives, what a horrific cost.
I think I found the missing part
Yes, it a large scar hidden deep in my heart.
For now I see it for what it is
Regret, guilt, fear or dread, gee whiz.
I haven't lost that part now I can see
But I sure wish that it was lost and would let me be.
I ask my men, brothers all to forgive;
If they respond maybe I can start to live.