Those years I lived from inside out spent trembling in the winter’s sun seem distant now

I hardly can recall, the race of my young heart the terror of being unlike the rest the rage of youth as we’d stampede then settle down to homework’s tasks

In our innocence we believed our generation was different from the rest and for a brief moment in time we made “peace on earth” and felt one with humanity inside the safety of our parents nest

As time passed we left to roam the country side running from or searching for ourselves while our brothers and our neighbors sons roamed the jungles sworn to protect a sacred trust “God and Country” I remember when those words were a just call to arms

Both armies, those in jungle boots, and those barefoot in bellbottom jeans took casualties from friendly fire and their enemies some crashed and burned some wear the scars today those terrible times, those terrible years

And now well past the age as teens, we swore we’d never trust I live this life from the outside in and watch my two sons grow

I try, to filter out those times of tumult we lived through so I can clearly see the race of their young hearts the terror of being unlike the rest the rage of youth as they stampede then settle down to homework’s tasks inside the safety of their parent’s nest