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No Victory
having a few drinks with friends
screaming out “fuck my flaws!”
laughing, smiling, all of life’s little moments
one last hooah! before we head off to Iraq
celebrating the last of our home stay
but tomorrow we'll be in a shit storm
together on the frontlines
trying to save lives
death is a horrible thing
the exact opposite of life
without death there is no life
life without death is meaningless
but in-between life and death is gray
I look through a scope I see a kid
he runs to our troops holding a grenade
my bullet flys out burning through flesh
shattering bone
a little body lying in dusty streets
another life I will have to answer for
war, a necessary evil
without war there is no protection
for every person that calls you a hero
there’s another who calls you a killer
I only think of the lives that are saved
can’t have these people make it into our homeland
kill or be killed
many friends shot dead in front of me
nights crying silently
some days thinking am I a hypocrite?
seen enough blood, time to go home
meeting the love of a good women
having kids that give my life purpose
finally coming home to stay
life’s big moments
yet I feel detached
every sound and action reminds me of war
going down to the VA hospital
realizing I could still save lives
maybe this could be my next mission
screaming out “fuck my flaws!”
laughing, smiling, all of life’s little moments
one last hooah! before we head off to Iraq
celebrating the last of our home stay
but tomorrow we'll be in a shit storm
together on the frontlines
trying to save lives
death is a horrible thing
the exact opposite of life
without death there is no life
life without death is meaningless
but in-between life and death is gray
I look through a scope I see a kid
he runs to our troops holding a grenade
my bullet flys out burning through flesh
shattering bone
a little body lying in dusty streets
another life I will have to answer for
war, a necessary evil
without war there is no protection
for every person that calls you a hero
there’s another who calls you a killer
I only think of the lives that are saved
can’t have these people make it into our homeland
kill or be killed
many friends shot dead in front of me
nights crying silently
some days thinking am I a hypocrite?
seen enough blood, time to go home
meeting the love of a good women
having kids that give my life purpose
finally coming home to stay
life’s big moments
yet I feel detached
every sound and action reminds me of war
going down to the VA hospital
realizing I could still save lives
maybe this could be my next mission
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