Oh how I long, to walk again, the dusty roads of my youth.
To run the trails through the wood, where we thought we could…live forever
We laughed and played, jumped the creeks, hours to days, days to weeks
Dusty roads of northern clay, we’d walk and talk, those summer days
Climb a tree see a mile,stay and dream, linger awhile
there was no past, the future now, we didn’t care the why or how
We grew so quick, and didn’t know, our lives would be, a picture show
Leaving anxious, not knowing where, the winds of war, would sweep us there
Peaceful harbor, a day so sweet, they came at dawn, destroyed a fleet
Wave on wave, the blazing guns, gleaming planes, blood red suns
Sailors running, burning ships, a breath a sigh, leave my lips
I died that day, a place called Pearl, miles from home, another world
Silence now, I’m home again, sun so warm upon my skin
Sky so blue, fields of wheat, the dusty road…beneath my feet.