I see no gleam of victory alluring
No chance of splendid Booty or of gain
If I endure- I must go on enduring
And my reward for bearing pain -is pain
Yet through the thrill, the zest, the hope are gone
Something within me keeps me fighting on.
Take a man, put him alone
12,000 miles away from home
Empty his heart of all it’s blood
Make him live and sweat in mud
This is the life I choose to live
This is the soul to the Devil I give
So have your parties and drink your beer
While young men die over here.
Protest the war and have your fun
While still refusing to carry a gun
There is nothing else for you to do
Yet, I’m supposed to die for you
There is something you should know
And that is where I think you should go
I’m already here, so it’s too late
I’ve already traded all my love for hate
I will hate this place until I die
I will forever hear my Mother cry
I saw his head and the blood he shed
Just as Doc said, “Another is dead.”
It was the highest price a Man can pay
So you can live the American way
We will get our tattoos of skulls and tears
So you can scrutinize for many more years.
But, don’t forget we will always know
YOU NEVER HAD THE BALLS TO GO.
There must be something wrong with me.
I get so tired I can’t sleep.
The voices in my head are haunting my dreams.
No matter how I try to kill the thoughts inside; I cannot, I cannot hide.
I desire only sleep, and the absence of dreams.