The war rages on
inside your head.
I know you were
wounded --
we thought you
were dead.
They gave you
a medal
for standing
your ground.
But now you
just sit there,
not making
a sound.
No-one can
reach you,
you\'re so far away.
I don\'t think
you knew me
when I called
today.
I talked and I
touched you,
and I held your hand.
But you didn\'t hear me,
or understand.
I\'ll freely admit
I weep for you,
brother.
So does our father,
and so does poor mother.
The war is now over,
that\'s what they\'ve said.
But not for you, brother --
not inside your head!
-RH-