Sent beyond foreign lands,
A place that can never be home.
Shove a weapon into these hands,
Listlessly forever I roam.

Taking abuse without aggressor,
A victim in all but name.
Will there ever be a named successor,
Or will I remain, always the same?

Taught at an early age the price,
We made it a game for all our kids.
Playing soldier where no one died was nice,
But now we’re blowing off our lids.

Maybe one day we’ll take it back,
Waiting on this war.
Maybe one day we’ll all come back,
Counting on this war.
Maybe one day we’ll all fall back,
Turning on this war.
Maybe one day we’ll talk back,
Fighting for this war.

Suffer wounds inflicted by invisible means,
Can I still be called a man?
Bullets and bombs and all that they bring,
It’s amazing I can even make a stand.

Telltale signs I’ve been corrupted on the inside,
An empty shell going through the motions.
Words lack comfort, dried tears never cried,
Parting company filled with dead devotions.

The glass has shattered, have we had our fill,
How much can one take, taken all that I had?
Sooner or later, blood will run dry from all I’ve spilled,
When I’m missing my heart, how can I be mad?

Maybe one day we’ll start anew,
Starting on this war.
Maybe one day we’ll forge anew,
Pouring on this war.
Maybe one day we’ll forward anew,
Marching on this war.
Maybe one day we’ll cry anew,
Cheering on this war.

Will the beginning begin?
Will the end never end?

10/28/2008