Speaker for the Dead
I was 16 when I leaptUnder that oncoming train.
I thought I couldn't carry on,
I couldn't bear the pain.
16 short years, not enough
To understand my choice.
I cannot speak, would you consent
To stand in as my voice?
I was a real hep cat,
I lived to jive and dance.
My life was wrenched away that day
In a tank in northern France.
I think I felt it coming,
Understanding war is hell.
If you told my mom I loved her.
That would sure be swell.
I was only 7 when
My heart gave out on me
I never got to play baseball,
I never saw the sea.
I didn't get to grow up.
Too much was left unsaid.
Do you think that you could be
My Speaker for the Dead?
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