The Soldier


For all the time I spent away and all the lives I saved,
I live my life a castaway, dismembered and estranged.

So when I come home from a gruesome fight,
I expect a cold shoulder and a thousand sleepless nights.

I remember why I'm fighting and who I'm fighting for
because life becomes so meaningless when you hit your second tour.

As I leave my home to fight another war,
I think of all the lives I've saved by keeping it off our shores.

I knew when I left something was awry,
I'd just be another soldier who selflessly had died.

As I lay amongst my brothers slowly bleeding out,
I knew I did my job and that's without a doubt.

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