Lord Did You See?

Only eighteen and fresh from his Mama's knee
The hand of an artist
and the soul of a poet
Viet Nam wounded his spirit
Destroying a youth, not meant to be
His heart still young and free

By chopper the troops had flown
into the first battle of their war
His turn to jump
His hesitation found him pushed out the door

Afraid to move
He could not run
The injuries to his back
made his legs to numb 

But he did get up
Found his footing to run
Mother and big brother would be proud of their native son

Just eighteen
He bravely fought
In an everlasting nightmare
His mind was caught

A memory of his first shot fired
At someone no different from he
Startled at first, just staring at each other
Both wanted to be free
The choice "was him or me"

God do you still love me
Were you watching
Did you see

David returned home from that war
without wounds save his back and his soul
A fun loving brother, never more to be
War had tainted his reality

My brother died in two-thousand and six
We laid him to sleep with white lilies, roses
and a farewell kiss
Forever the Lord his soul will keep and bless