freedom of choice

when i rode on a crazy black horse

across the vast Pacific 

there was a hot wind in my face

and a letter in my hand

a mission to fulfill which i didn't understand

but i heard it from the President firsthand

everything was meticulously planned

War was in great demand!

and the home of the brave

told me there were friendly strangers to save

but thousands of dead were found buried in a grave

while the home of the brave

felt the sun on its' face 

winning every contest

winning every race

singing songs with an adolescent voice

healthy living with freedom of choice:

nothing to do but simply rejoice!

but sometime long ago when i rode in a jeep

hours from family and days without sleep

there were explosions and confusion with Vietnamese tears

everyone homeless and wrapped with their fears

and i flew in my chopper with a terrible noise in my head

the landscape seemed empty and everyone dead

and the home of the brave

told me there were friendly strangers to save

but thousands of dead were found buried in a grave

while the home of the brave

felt the sun on its' face

winning every contest

winning every race

singing songs with an adolescent voice

healthy living with freedom of choice:

nothing to do but simply rejoice!

when i rode on a crazy black horse

across the vast Pacific

there was a hot wind in my face

and a letter in my hand:

a mission to fulfill which i didn't understand

but i heard it from the President firsthand

everything was meticulously planned 

War was in great demand!

there was a letter in my hand.