Lynwood

He said his name was Lynwood
At first he didn't say much more
When I stumbled on the battlefield
Off his tortured private ward
I handed him my coffee, three quarters and a crumpled five
He mumbled up with "Thanks" then said "I don't deserve to be alive"
It was then he told the story of ten friends he left behind
They died in a firefight that still plays out in his mind
He came home a broken man, no one seemed to notice
No one еver said to him "Thank you for your service"

Hе fought for his country, now he struggles to stay alive
He deserves much more from me then three quarters and a crumpled five

The next time I saw Lynwood, he told me more about his life
Shared a tattered picture, said she used to be his wife
He lost his home and family, but his friends didn't understand
How much of him as left that day in the jungles of Vietnam
I walked away, unsettled. It made no sense to me
That there's no place for men like him in the land he helped keep free
He died the next morning in a park bench all alone
I hope he found some piece when God said "Soldier, welcome home"

He fought for his country, now he struggles to stay alive
He deserves much more from me then three quarters and a crumpled five

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind