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"The Wall" By Tim Murphy

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“The Wall” by Tim Murphy

On a drizzly D.C. morning, in the middle of July,

My brother brought me downtown to the Mall;

Past the watchful eyes of Lincoln, ‘neath a weeping summer sky,

We crossed the street to the little green and visited The Wall.

 

I remember I was nervous then, I guess a little scared,

‘Cause I wasn’t sure how I’d react at all.

To see the names of the servicemen who’d been recorded there:

Who’d heard the final roll call and assembled at The Wall.

 

The Wall is many granite sections, solid, cool and black,

A visitor may pause to touch a name.

It just seems that in the dark reflections hands are reachin' back,

As if to greet and touch and hold the hands of those who came.

 

Someone might stoop to leave a rose, a letter, or a poem;

A message to a young man loved and lost,

To show they still remember those who never made it home:

Who built The Wall so long and tall, and paid the bitter cost.

 

And every name’s a father or a husband or a son,

Or a daughter or a brother or a cousin to someone;

Or a name might be a classmate or a friend you may recall:

There’s nearly sixty thousand fallen names still waiting at The Wall.

 

As I watched the lines of people that walked by in slow parade,

I read a different story in each face;

And I couldn’t help but wonder at this pilgrimage we’d made,

And what common bond, if any, might have brought us to this place.

 

There were tourists, and the curious, and some veterans who came,

Still others who sought an answer to it all;

But the only thing I’m sure of is: we left not quite the same,

With our memories alive and well, and waiting at The Wall.

 There's Nearly 60,000 fallen name still waiting at The Wall.....

 

submitted on September 9, 2006 10:18 AM EDT
Name: Tim Murphy
Email Address: m.ptmurphy@verizon.net
Web site URL: www.seisiun.com
Comments: Welcome home... I was surprised (and pleased) to find the lyrics to my song 'The Wall' featured on your wonderful site... I think yours is one of the most comprehensive and all-encompassing VN Veterans web-sites I've ever come across... Congratulations and continued success in 'keeping the Fires lit'... I served in RVN with the 4th Inf Div many lifetimes ago ('68 & '69), and have been down to visit my Buddies at The Wall fairly often over the years... I was invited to perform my song there for the 20th Anniversary of the Dedication of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial...(Easily one of the most unforgettable moments of my life)... Please accept my sincere and respectful Salute to all of you... God Bless, and again: Welcome Home ! Murph
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50,000 Names

 

 

 There's teddy bears and high school rings,
And old photographs that mamas bring.
Of daddies with their young boys playin' ball.
There's combat boots he used to wear,
When he was sent over there.
And there's 50,000 names carved in the wall.

There's cigarettes and cans of beer,
And notes that say: "I miss you dear."
And children who don't say anything at all.
There's purple hearts and packs of gum,
Fatherless daughters and fatherless sons.
And there's 50,000 names carved in the wall

They come from all across this land,
In pick-up trucks and mini vans,
Searchin' for a boy from long ago.
They scan the wall and find his name,
The teardrops fall like pourin' rain,
Then silently they leave a gift and go.

There's stars of David and rosary beads,
And crucifixion figurines,
And flowers of all colors large and small.
There's a boy scout badge and a merit pin,
Little American flags wavin' in the wind.
And there's 50,000 names carved in the wall

 

Nuff said!