THE POW-MIA
I’m just a nameles silhouette; nobody knows my face,
Though many of you pray for me each day;
The man you said you won. t forget, in a dark and distant place.
I am the POW; I am the MIA.
I am a Navy pilot; I am a dead Marine;
I am the wounded grunt they couldn. t find.
But I’m living still, and I. m long dead,
and I. m somewhere in between,
And I can. t believe that I was left behind.
They killed me in an ambush, and they captured me alive,
And I died when my Huey crashed and burned.
They over-ran my unit, but I managed to survive,
And they brought me North in chains when they returned.
They beat me and they whipped me, and they worked me .
til I dropped. To break my will, they made their best endeavor. When great despair had gripped me, still the torture never stopped, And they told me: . We can keep you here forever..
They told me that my parents died, that my kids were grown
and gone; And my wife lost hope, and married
my best friend. But there. s a prayer hold inside, that helps
me to go on: That someone still remembers, and you. ll bring me Home again.v
I’m just a nameless silhouette; nobody knows my face,
Though many of you pray for me each day;The man you said
you won.t forget, in a dark and distant place.
I am the POW; I am the MIA.
Tim Murphy �. 1986
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