SOMEDAY TO BE FREE

SOMEDAY TO BE FREE

An old veteran wakes again
from a recurring dream,
not knowing what time he is in,
hopes not as it would seem.

Then Suddenly to realize,
that he’s still safe in bed
but too afraid to close his eyes;
lay down his weary head.

He’s fearing that which awaits him,
if once more he dares sleep.
Memories that are far too grim,
live in his mind so deep.

A mind that’s scarred with shadows
tests endurance over time,
with thoughts that in a dream grows,
ever closer that thin line.

For freedom, in a war he fought.
For freedom, he does crave.
Yet it’s just an illusive thought,
‘til he lies in his grave.

Then God will take him by his hand,
as someday he will me
and lead him to the Promised Land,
That someday, to be free.


Monty