Home

I've seen the fighting,
I've seen the war,
Family, friends, a woman smiling,
Reasons we have fought for.

The war has continued,
We are sent home,
Pushed aside,
Told we're done.

We turn in our rifles,
Pack our things,
And out the door we're hussled,
Only to remember one thing.

The pain inside,
The things we feel,
The demons we hide,
Anger sadness and fear.

Distant we have become,
From others who live,
In places we once called home,
We have been buried alive.