The Price of Paradise

How I remember the history I have seen

I was just a young boy, the horror I couldn't foresee

All the pain that comes with war

All the scars that never heal

Here in paradise the price is cheap

Young men die for greed

Across the ocean, in a land they call Vietnam

Young men dying is all it would cost

And we were told and proud to believe

They would die to keep us free

Here in America the price is cheap

Young men die for what?

My brother, the soldier, a hero who survived

Would tell the story of men who died without dreams

And they fight for men twice their age

Smell of death and his life did change

Price of paradise is stained with blood

Young men die for what?

All pawns and puppets of flesh and bone

Will die for their leaders far from their homes

These are men who died very young

Afraid to see that their cause was unjust

Why couldn't they live for life?

Not die to survive