THE POW-MIA
I'm just a nameless silhouette; nobody
knows my face,
Though many of you pray for me each day;
The man you said you won't forget, in
a dark and distant place.
I am the POWI am the MIA.
I am a Navy pilot; I am a dead Marine;
I am the wounded grunt they couldn't find.
But I'm living still, and I'm long dead,
and I'm somewhere in between,
And I can't believe that I was left behind.
They killed me in an ambush, and they captured
me alive,
And I died when my Huey crashed and burned.
They over-ran my unit, but I managed to
survive,
And they brought me North in chains when
they returned.
They beat me and they whipped me, and they
worked me til I dropped.
To break my will, they made their best
endeavor.
When great despair had gripped me, still
the torture never stopped,
And they told me: . We can keep you here
forever..
They told me that my parents died, that
my kids were grown and gone;
And my wife lost hope, and married my
best friend.
But there's a prayer I hold inside, that
helps me to go on:
That someone still remembers, and you'll
bring me Home again.
I'm just a nameless silhouette; nobody
knows my face,
.Though many of you pray for me each day;
The man you said you won't forget, in
a dark and distant place.
I am the POW I am the MIA.
© Tim Murphy
1986-2015
