by: Emiliano Vazquez-Parrales
Now listen up.
Shrapnel and bullets fly above
As the blood on my hands begins to dry up
A faceless man gives me my commands
To off the enemy I can't even see
I don't know why, but I should not care
As long as I can go home
Into her arms
No more fires, no more bombs
Just the peace and quiet
My medal shining on mantle
Combat apparel collecting dust in the atic
Yeah that's the life I'm thinking of when I go back
I saw a lot of shit when I was up on the line
Lost so many brothers so many friends
Start to messin' with my head
Late at night I stare over the empty beds
And I can't help it I just break down and cry
But I go on, fight on for them
So's I can go home, and live a life that they wanted to have
Yeah that's the life I'm thinking of when I go back
Touchdown on the runway
Breathe it in it's the day-break
Walk off that plane and no one there to greet me
Get my bag taxi-driver ignores me
I go home quietly turn the lock on the door
Sneak up stairs hoping to surprise her
Fill that old spot in my bed
Problem is their is someone their in my stead
Keep calm, man fuck it
I jump on him and start to punch him
Cops drag my ass out my own damn house
I thought this ain't the life I wanted when I came back
Gotta get a new place to stay
Cheap motel rooms, live day to day
Wanna get back on my feat so I gotta be tough
Government check is burned in a month
And the VA won't give me another dime
Sorry son they say, but we gotta budget and you gone over the limit
So I scream in his face I say
How the fuck can they bail out the banks and enterprise
But not the ones who spilled blood to keep you comfortable at night
This ain't the kind of life that I wanted when I came back
I sleep alone now in the gutters
Of a world that has forgotten me
Sacrificed everything I had serve my country that I love
But I guess it ain't got no love for me
Faced alone with all these gruesome memories
Trying to forget, I inject, ingest, drop into rehab then reject
And next thing I know I'm getting sent back
Maybe this time I'll get shot
I don't care I'm better off dead
I got nothing to look forward to when I come back
This is dedicated to my family and friends that have served, and are still serving this nation. My home is yours when you come back.
Note:
Show our troops that you care. A majority of our troops come back to broken homes, minimal government support, and are often physically and psychologically scarred for life. A majority of them don't have enough money when they get out, and end up on the streets. They resort to drugs and alcohol to escape how bad their lives are, and sometimes they go back to serve another tour duty never to return. Help keep our troops healthy and at home.
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