AND THE THUNDER ROLLS
I hear the screaming of infant to old;
There, to do a job, the horrors I'll always hold.
As I go over and over and back over time and again,
Cause there's nothing that's showing any type of an end;
My body follows orders cause my brain's long since dead.
What only dwells inside of me now....and the Thunder Rolls.
I think of the naive, fun-loving kid I was who enlisted.
The "big guy in town", the "soon to be hero" all eyes would be misted
As I left for Boot Camp and schooling and finally a war zone.
I could be "The Best of the Best" or any "Army of One".
I was no one 'Special', YET; but I was about to change all of that now!
Because all I could hear dwelt inside of me... and the Thunder Rolls.
They call me Hero; I call me a man with a job to do.
It was a very ugly job whose memories I deal with each day anew.
Please don't flash a camera at me; I'll dream of IED's all night.
If I hear a car backfire or the like;
I'll grab whoever's closest to me, hit the ground, holding them tight.
My Body follows orders 'cause my brain's long since dead.
What only dwells inside of me now... and the Thunder Rolls.