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For What Was Gained
- McKendree Spring -

Second Thoughts (1970)

 

In my own city where I come from
I had a friend we grew up as one
The best of our lives we made a vow
To stick it out some way somehow

How many times
we talked the night away
How many plans
we made to hit the road someday
How many things there was
to see and there was to be
How many things
when you're young and free

Well, he never had much family
Little brother and him
and mama made three
There was a time there once was four
But he can't talk about that no more

Then one day a letter came
And on that day I knew right there
our roads had changed
Well it called for him to fight for us
He said "I ain't scared"
But I knew he was

And a tear was hid
as he stood and waved
And mama said
"We love you son, try to be brave"
Little brother he watched
so proudly then, said "When I grow up
I'm gonna be just like him"

When it was on a Sunday morning
Little brother ran up the front porch
crying over the telegram
And the contents read, it was on a hill
It was in action then a boy was killed

Mama shrunk and fell
And said "God help me understand"
And on her shoulder was
little brother's hand, she said
"I'll be alright. Go on to your room"
Thinking to herself,
"Well he'll be eighteen soon"

To die so young in an unknown land
Where the shame of blood
is on no one's hand
And on whose heart
will the guilt be bound
On the one who sent him out
The one who shot him down?

Well he was eighteen
And he had to die
And to this day God knows
I don't know why
To be so young, paid such a cost
For what was gained for what was lost?

 

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