Home from battle, weary, torn
Streets of rain, skies full of storm
Marchin' down the old brick road
Memories heavy, stories bold
Guitar weeps, a tale to tell
Victory's charm, or ghostly shell
Haunted faces, shadows cast
The war is over, but peace don't last
Whispers echo in the night
Silent struggles, inner fight
No parade, no fanfare sound
Just the quiet of this hallowed ground
Brothers lost, in fields afar
Scars that linger, like a shadowed star
Every step, a heavy sigh
Underneath the same old sky
Healing slow, a heart worn thin
Trying to find where I fit in
In a world that moved along
While I was caught in battle's song
Friends and family, they see the scars
But can't imagine how deep they are