I am me

I grew up in a little town, i knew every ones name for miles around  
When i was 18 they said i was a man,Taught me to kill and sent me to another land  
 
Told me i was a hero for what i done,taking lives with a gun,  
Said these people deserved to die,Well then why the hell do i still cry  
 
Seen people who i was supposed to be setting free all in the name of liberty,Kill my friends with a smile on their face,what the fucks up with the human race  
 
Then one day they decided i had killed enough,sent me home with my mind full of that stuff,People treated me like i had a disease,No one could understand me  
 
I wound up in a prison cell, it wasnt much better than that other hell,All i can say is thank you to old uncle sam, for making me who i am  
 
Took a long time to to get over that shit,Every now and then i still think about it,BUT i have learned to move on,No one can right this wrong
 
My battles have moved to other places,now i fight for the smiling faces,Of my family and my few friends, who helped me through the war of no end  
 
Sometimes you bring the war home,the battle is inside and you feel torn,People try to understand and help you along, you just gotta believe and stay strong  
 
Now i wake up to a new day, and i push away the memory of a city i still cant say,I laugh at all the things that other people worry about,because i know that with out a doubt  
 
Its not my fault and it will never be,killing in the name of liberty  
Acceptance goes a long way,Maybe all them politicians will realize that some day  
 
 
 
 
   
       B.L.S.,C.O.B.,ARRON Lewis,AND S.T.P.