The years are rolling by me,
No Children to adore;
Although I am away from Nam;
My mind is still at war.
The flashes in the night time,
The rustling in the Grass;
The Choppers in the distance.
Or that Foo-lish type of Gas.
The screams of little children,
Or the Buddy by my side;
They said "It's for a reason",
But someone back here lied.
For a Man at war needs something,
A Love, a Hope, a Cause;
Something to help remove the guilt,
For the breaking of God's Laws.
THIS Soldier's life is empty,
A broken Man alone;
For the things that WE believed in;
Meant Nothing back at Home.
Back at Home was something,
They Cursed and Called us Names,
And so we went from a life of Death,
To a life of playing games.
It seems though, things are changing,
The Parades are lots of fun;
I think they are saying they are Sorry,
For the Damage that they've done.
The wounds of war heal slowly,
But I think that I can finally say;
That I'm PROUD to be a Nam Vet,
And I'll make it one more day.