How I remember the history I have seen   I was just a young boy, the horror I couldnt 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   We were told and proudly believed   They would fight to keep us free   Here in America the price is cheap   Young men die for what?      My brother, the soldier was a hero who survived   He'd tell the stories of men who died without dreams   And they fight for men twice their age   The smell of death made his life change   The price of paradise is stained with blood   Why?      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 couldnt they live for life?   Not die to survive