I imagine a dream, In which I'm a soldier And I'm walking On the faces of dead women, And everyone I've left behind me, It's the year when The troops entered The thirty ninth, Thirty ninth parallel.
Send me home restless, Send me home damaged, And wanting.
It's the year when, Some poet said, We must love Or accept the consequences, I want you to share Every pin prick of guilt That I have felt, That I have felt.
Send me home restless, Send me home damaged, Send me home dispossessed, Send me home damaged, And wanting.