I Can See The Pictures Of Me And Ask

"do I Look So Different Than Anyone Else?"

I Can Hear Them Marching Near And Feel

The Steady Pounding Of A Heart.

With Every Step This Open Door --

A Mission For A Love Lost Long Ago.

I Welcome Its Return.

Years Gone By, No Time To Cry A Prayer For Me

As I Watch My Bridges Burn.

I Was Like You, I Never Knew

How I Could Be A Victim Of Our Red, White, And Blue.

I Work The Day, I Earn My Pay,

I Want To Find A Way Back To My Baby Blue.

I Still Can See Pictures Of Me And Ask

"do I Look So Different Than Anyone Else?"