Driving Back From Denver by Jon-Jacob F DealDriving back from Denver
Angry, tired, tense, and stressed
Keeping one hand on the wheel
While with the other one I pressed
The button on the FM radio
But couldn't find a thing
All I wanted was a song I knew
So I could drive and hum and sing
Then a woman's voice sang sweetly
From the first two notes I knew
To let it play while doing eighty's
Not the safest thing to do
First my throat began to tighten
Then my sight began to blur
And I didn't want to listen
But I dared not silence her
Though I knew it word for word
I couldn't sing a single note
Through the Skoal tucked in my lip
And past the sobs stuck in my throat
It seemed the song went on forever
And not nearly long enough
When at last the hymn was over
Once again I became tough
Just a secret between me, my Skoal, and
The tears dried on my face
That underneath I'm just a soldier
Who still can't take "Amazing Grace". 01/23/2006 Posted on 01/23/2006 Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal
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