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 live, or accept the Consequences" I want you to share Every pinprick of guilt That I have felt That I have felt
Send me home restless Send me home damaged Send me home disposes Send me home damaged And wanting