A glow in her eye. As he waved goodbye. That's where it all began. She was a loving girl. He was a caring guy. Together they had plans. They were married and had a baby. His name was Johnnie. Wait a minute that's me. Why am I only three years old again. Spinning and spinning and spinning. There was no gleam in your eye. When you passed us by. In the parade this time. You had nothing to say. And you're always on your way somewhere. But today you just stood still. You were a quiet kind of person. Who asked for nothing and got just that. So they sent you away to kill for your country. Could you blame him?. Could you blame them?. No. And in the end. When we meet again we're friends. Will we ever learn that we are always God's children. And gods never made moral decisions. They made love.