ALOOKATPAIN



	A LOOK AT THE PAIN William R. I. "Easy" Smith ©MAY 24, 2008 Can't explain what happened to a group of men Who crossed into another time zone and became best of friends It could have been the gun Each one was given Knowing it was not to be used for fun It could have been the foe We fought from the day we landed What did we know Maybe it was the instant trust We put in the man we followed on point Could have been that we shared each other's footsteps too Maybe it was the re-defining of life we ensued in one another Never getting confused about why we were now Brothers or Was it not forbidden friendships Yet needing one another to get pass the hardships I sit in my chair And I close my eyes I watch the faces of those I knew Faces and faces the numbers grew And as the tape played I try to remember I try to recall I try to see it all But I can't There is much that got lost and buried within Sunk deep with time Haunting my mind Hard to explain Hard to describe the pain In the pit of my stomach In the pit of my soul At times surfacing Some things were swallowed by feelings we never knew we had Pain took on new meaning Pain that would last til the end of time I still see the faces left behind I talk to them from time to time I see the faces of those there now In another time zone Strangers who have become the best of friends and Pain turns to sadness Hurt so strong No pain should last this long Pain that started with the loss of hopes and dreams Extended by the loss of friends it seems Pain that continues to grow From feelings of leaving family and loved ones Pain that comes with those who today Sacraficing their lives - for the price of freedom they pay Pain that continued upon the return Pain that goes away for a minute Pain that's etched on the Wall the WWII and Korean War Memorials Desert Storm Pain that's etched in the sands of Iraq and Afghanistan Pain that reaches out to one and all Let us not forget Let us remember Let us not forget Let us remember Pain that has taught me to stand tall