Iâm not much for social graces Donât wait around for invitations Every Chance I get Take what I need, leave some behind For the next dumb sucker To find Some things you canât forget Been this way since Iraq No one
Mentioned the aftershock Too many in this town They call me one of the âsilent soldiersâ Lifted my brothers above my shoulders No one here to Carry me around Fought for freedom and my country The innocent, Defenseless For human kind Even though the war is over A battle still Continues in my mind Each day, I press ârewindâ They tell me Iâm a Lucky one In one piece my job is done Thereâs so much they canât see The devilâs in my bloodstream Haunts me every night Steals away my dreams A Silent Solider, thatâs what I am Like my brothers from Vietnam In a Crowd we walk alone Hereâs one question I have to ask, As I sit in my
Living room, âWhen will I be home?â When you see me take my hand, let Me know you understand Then one day, in your eyes I will see the sun rise. Wounds of war are not skin deep They penetrate the soul and keep My Happiness at bay Iâll keep walking until I find The man that I left Behind Before I went away