WHAT THEY SOWED
By Edward Kenny
I AM SITTING IN THE PARK,
THE HISTORY HAS BEEN SAID AND DONE,
STILL, THE IMAGES ARE STARK.
SOME THINGS DON'T CHANGE AFTER FIFTY YEARS,
LIKE BIRDS SINGING IN THE TREES,
THE SAME SONGS AND THE SAME HOPES AND FEARS,
AS THE FLAG SWAYS IN THE BREEZE.
HEROES COME, (BRIDGE)
HEROES GO,
THERE ARE SOME
WE DON'T KNOW,
PEOPLE THAT WERE ORDINARY, (CHORUS)
SHOULDERING THE LOAD,
AND IT'S THANKS TO THOSE VETERANS
WE REAP WHAT THEY SOWED.
LOOKING OUT ACROSS THE BASEBALL FIELD,
WHERE I HAD A CHANCE TO PLAY,
THE PLAYGROUND, WHERE I SAW LOVE REVEALED,
WHEN A SWEETHEART CAME MY WAY.
THERE ARE NAMES UPON A MONUMENT
OF THE SOLDIERS WHO HAVE SERVED,
MANY WHO HAVE LEFT THIS FIRMAMENT,
NOT GETTING WHAT THEY DESERVED.
HEROES COME, (BRIDGE)
HEROES GO,
THERE ARE SOME
WE DON'T KNOW,
PEOPLE THAT WERE ORDINARY, (CHORUS)
SHOULDERING THE LOAD,
AND IT'S THANKS TO THOSE VETERANS
WE REAP WHAT THEY SOWED.
THERE WAS A DAY WHEN I WAS A KID,
WHEN TWO GANGS GOT IN A BRAWL,
AND I REMEMBER THE THING HE DID,
WHEN HE STOOD UP TO THEM ALL.
"THIS CAN'T HAPPEN IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD,"
THAT WAS ALL HE HAD TO SAY,
THE OLD SOLDIER SPOKE, THEY UNDERSTOOD,
THEN THEY TURNED AND WALKED AWAY.
HEROES COME, (BRIDGE)
HEROES GO,
THERE ARE SOME
WE DON'T KNOW,
PEOPLE THAT WERE ORDINARY, (CHORUS)
SHOULDERING THE LOAD,
AND IT'S THANKS TO THOSE VETERANS
WE REAP WHAT THEY SOWED.
