A Dying Flower
Written for the 1st War in Iraq / 1992
There on a misty morning.
The sun slowly rises
After a battle in Baghdad there lies her youngest son
Tears in his eyes,
Wounded and dying.
Mother, if I could live my life again
If I could call the world my friend
If I could write my story end
I would call this war in vain
Just to see you once again.
A smile comes to his face,
An easy calm front of him
His life flashes by
Amidst his boyish charms,
He feels his mother’s arms
In that painless moment,
He hears her cry...
Son, if I could roll back the years,
If I could see through these tears
If I could face all my fears
I would call this war in vain,
Just to hold you once again.
If I could roll back the years again,
If I could see your face again,
If I could call the world my friend,
Where there is peace and love again
Just to see you mother again.
Please remember me forever
And share my story whenever
Please forget me never...
Your dying son from Baghdad.
There on a misty morning.
The sun slowly rises
After a battle in Baghdad there lies her youngest son
Tears in his eyes,
Wounded and dying.
Mother, if I could live my life again
If I could call the world my friend
If I could write my story end
I would call this war in vain
Just to see you once again.
A smile comes to his face,
An easy calm front of him
His life flashes by
Amidst his boyish charms,
He feels his mother’s arms
In that painless moment,
He hears her cry...
Son, if I could roll back the years,
If I could see through these tears
If I could face all my fears
I would call this war in vain,
Just to hold you once again.
If I could roll back the years again,
If I could see your face again,
If I could call the world my friend,
Where there is peace and love again
Just to see you mother again.
Please remember me forever
And share my story whenever
Please forget me never...
Your dying son from Baghdad.
Please remember me forever ...