DOWN IN D.C.



By: Dale O. Fuller

It's a grey winter's day,down in D.C.
And the cold wind is blowin in,off of the sea
There's a middle-aged woman,with long brown hair
Just standin there

Her outetched hand touches a black granite wall
And from her trembling lips,a man's name is called

What do you say to a middle-aged woman
What do you say about what might have been
What do you say about a brave young soldier
Killed in a war, no-one wanted to win

She caresses his name,etched in the stone
and remembers the first time, that he walked her home
They were so right for each other,each day was such fun
Till the government said he must carry a gun

She remembers his eyes as he boarded the plane
She remembers his letters,filled with anger and pain
She remembers the phone-call that brought the bad news
She remembers the honor-gaurd,in their dress-blues

What do you say to a middle-aged woman
What do you say about what might have been
What do you say about a brave young soldier
Killed in a war,no-one wanted to win

As evening falls on a grey winters day
There's children to feed and bills to be paid
There's a husband to love for the rest of her days
There's hope for the future and plans to be made

And only the names on a black granite wall
See the tears of a middle-aged woman fall

What do you say to a middle-aged woman
What do you say about what might have been
What do you say about a brave young soldier
Killed in a war,no-one wanted to win

He was killed in a war,no-one wanted to win

"Dedicated to all veterans"
Who have given their service
To a great nation
"And their loved ones"

Dale O. Fuller....©1992
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