Close Window How My Old Man Won The War My whole childhood unreeled like a film that plays Clouded and lined by it's age Frame by frame would roll by but what the pictures showed The meaning I could never seem to grasp ahold Well time would prove wise and reveal to me the truth that underlied all the questions I surmised It was in a book that made sense of each scene Beckoning to read it loudly For this story's never been told before About how my old man won the war He battled the demons in his mind like rage and greed and pride But he always knew what the fighting was for Not money nor acceptance but so much more For the wisdom he could give to a child Who could only pay him back with a smile I flip through the pages and slowly notice what must have been How it all looks new to me now From the clothes that we wore to food from the store so many things I took for granted that we'd have enough And each missive bears witness to the toll he bore From years worked so hard to keep a roof above us all Giving us the life that none gave to him I had found the legacy of the love he left within Now I see it's all because of this man Who I'm only just begining to understand And I owe it all to those days Though I fought his message he still taught me love Finally the time is right to say This story's never been told before About how my old man won the war He battled the demons in his mind like rage and greed and pride But he always knew what the fighting was for Not money nor acceptance but so much more For the wisdom he could give to a child Who could only pay him back with a smile Kiyoshi Graves ©2005 Hideko Music Close Window