It's been a while since I've sat and wrote my thoughts.
I miss my family, my friend and everyone inbetween, I miss em' lots.
And after going so many miles away.
And being gone for a year and a day.
Some thoughts still come to my head.
Of blues and greens instead of shades of red.
Happiness and tv on the couch.
No standing at attention, free to slouch.
But now I sit here, no pen, just a rifle.
My family and friend seen like a trifle.
Because all that matters is staying alive.
Whether by gun, grenade or knife.
I'll return home one day.
By bus, train, plane or any way.
And I'll be the same man I was.
Still look at the stars, the heavens above.
And I'll know my work here has some value.
Whether or not anyone else believes it's true.
Because in the end I am my brothers keeper.
But I dream of the day when I can get in my bed, and rest my head, and finally return to being a deep sleeper.