So many fates are left unknown
So many years have come and gone
The pain, is in not knowing
But, no matter what the answers
It's hard to find, the stories
How can they let the feelings
We can’t know, the hardships
Unless you had, lived through it
Even, if they chose to tell us
Why should they bare their soul
Sometimes, all we have to do
The POW who came home
So, we may never, ever, know
But, there is, always an end
So if you ask about it
Del "Abe" Jones
And so many rumors that abound
So many families ask the question
"When will, the answers be found?"
Sometimes, hope is hard to keep
There’s some who feel there’s none
And in some, it’s buried deep.
How, to put loved ones’ to rest
When there is no way to prove
They have passed, the final test.
We can’t let this cause alone
Until, each and every one of them
Is found, and brought back home.
POW/MIA STORIES
That, they won't talk about
It's hard, to realize the things
That they had, to go, without.
(Even, they don't understand)
Show to, any other people
In this, Freedom's Land.
Unless, we were there
Especially, when they came back home
To those who didn't, seem, to care.
Watching, Comrades that had died
Why should they, talk about it to us
Of, the tears, inside, they've cried?
What difference, would it make
Would it be worth the chance
That, they would have to take.
That's already been stripped, clean
Because even with, a picture of it
We couldn't see, what they have seen.
Is, to look into their eyes
And think that we might see or hear
Their, mournful, pain-filled cries.
Who lived, through that Hell
Can't tell the stories, of the MIA
Who never had, a chance to tell!
Of, the horrors, they have, known
And, if we think about it
It's probably best, that they aren't shown!
To every, never-ending story
Although sometimes, they’re never told
In, all their Truth and Glory.
And if you ever wonder why
They won’t talk of that nightmare
Maybe now, you might know, Why?
White Bluff, TN