There’s No Longer An Agreement
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There’s No Longer An Agreement
There’s no agreement I can find
not in my heart nor in my mind
during the silence, at night, on TV
It is so painful–it hurts to see
lives in pictures and printed words
honored in memory; in silence heard
Men and women, our country’s youth
fighting for freedom; living the truth
Coming back to be laid in the grave
in native soil, the Land of the Brave
Leaving home, they’re hopeful and whole
but return with torn bodies and bruised souls
Lacking is the assistance they desperately need
Is that how our country honors their deed?
Before it was easier, and I used to say
We should be there–It’s the American way
I back my government, I support the troops
And I did so with belief in the wavering proof
When doubt would question my political bent
my heart would say, “There’s a reason they went.”
When my mind said, “Our servicemen shouldn’t be there.”
My spirit urged me, “Our freedom is something we share.”
So, as long as my heart could convince my head
I’d go along, listening to the lists of the injured and dead
I was a faithful citizen–volunteering and doing my part
Moving forward while ignoring my damaged heart
But my spirit started questioning what my mind was saying
and I began to feel my beliefs stretching and fraying
So I turned to God, asking for strength and direction
and with His help, my mind and heart made a selection
My heart and my mind, one with the other, would agree
I’d love to see them all here, safe, well, and with their family
The hurry-it-up part of me wants them back home right now
Could not the government do that quickly, ASAP, somehow?
You see, there’s no agreement I can find
not in my spirit, my heart, nor in my mind
I can no longer condone our presence over there
What’s happening to our youth does not seem fair
The young people of this country are our future
It is difficult enough starting off well and strong
But if they are killed or gravely injured it’s wrong
For any good we are doing, this journey’s too long
Our American people seem to agree with the thought
that our young men and women have rallied and fought
Perhaps some would join me with the great need to yell…
I want them home, I want them happy. I want them well!
There is no longer an agreement I can find
not in my heart, nor in my soul, nor in my mind…
Copyright 2007 Kathy Pippig Harris
