PERSEVERE
What the hell is war?
We hump the jungle
Then we go home
Survivors, evermore.
We look back
And what do we see
Our mates who have gone
Did we not take their slack?
Then comes the guilt
The nightmares
The what-ifs
More and more grief is built.
Why them and not I
Had I done more
Had I been in their place
Would it be their tears that cry?
Wake up in the morning
Remembering when
Trying to forget
A bleak day is forming.
There are days when I'm down
Days when there is no light
Days that never end
Days when peace is not found.
Wish this had a happy ending
Wish that there were more
Wish they'd all come home
Wish for more forgiving.