Can't think of a word,
When I say goodbye.
As people tell me
That I could die...

The guns firing,
The bombs falling.
People tell me
That justice has fallen.

Because if I get back,
I have no home.
No family to love
I'm on my own.

They tell me people cry for me.
But cry me a river it won't do a thing.
Because a million people yelling is loud,
But incomprehensible when its a crowd.

People thank us for our service,
But never ask if we're broken.



My wanted of this to change comes from this:
I want to join the army but I don't want to get screwed by doing it.