War don’t ennoble men. It turns them into dogs… poisons the soul.
I remember my mother when she was dyin’, looked all shrunk up and gray. I asked her if she was afraid. She just shook her head. I was afraid to touch the death I seen in her. I couldn’t find nothin’ beautiful or uplifting about her goin’ back to God. I heard of people talk about immortality, but I ain’t seen it.
I wondered how it’d be like when I died, what it’d be like to know this breath now was the last one you was ever gonna draw. I just hope I can meet it the same way she did, with the same… calm. ‘Cause that’s where it’s hidden – the immortality I hadn’t seen.
I seen another world. Sometimes I think it was just my imagination.
Everyone lookin’ for salvation by himself. Each like a coal thrown from the fire.
Who are you to live in all these many forms? Your death that captures all. You, too, are the source of all that’s gonna be born. Your glory. Mercy. Peace. Truth. You give calm a spirit, understanding, courage. The contented heart.
Maybe all men got one big soul everybody’s a part of, all faces are the same man. One big self.
We were a family. How’d it break up and come apart, so that now we’re turned against each other? Each standing in the other’s light. How’d we lose that good that was given us? Let it slip away. Scattered it, careless. What’s keepin’ us from reaching out, touching the glory?
I never felt he hated me, cause I don’t hate him.
I Iove Charlie Company. They’re my people.
