This is an honest account. I give everything I am through pain but to my art. |
A Soldiers Letter Tears on my face Signs of my disgrace they say "you are a hero" How am I to deny they can't understand I just didn't want to die. Steel in my back Doesn't touch the pain of my mind on the rack I can't even remember when sleep was all black Even the sunshine feels like something is about to attack I beg to go back To live or die Just to be with those who are like me and fight at my side This world changed My thoughts pounded in red, blue and white Until I could eat, sleep and wake only in the blood soaked promise of 'one day' I am never looking to blame And the man in the mirror feels no real shame I keep those things in empty little frames I know peace is in reach Sing, David, sing to me Like you did for Saul when his demons would wake Not for me, but for my family's sake Because being a "hero" sets these demons free Sweet echo of a ricochet Missing all that shot could have offered And I nail it into my enemy's coffin Now I am numb This man, I have become Cannot scream, cold steel in my heart I am willing to give it all back Willing to depart But there is this simple fact That yes, hope is the enemy of my darkness And yes, Love is the catalyst of the divine No deed or blow has left me without faith No bomb has robbed me of my life Yet the fact is there is no solace or shelter in time Time is no friend of mine Because there is no power in it To rewind, rewind, rewind... |