From the mountains of Afghanistan to a over pass at HWY 21 how did I fall so far. I used to be with my comrades on patrol, now I just shiver from the cold. The cars thundering overhead remind me of the sound of the bombs. I try to forget them with something cheap and strong. Lying on the cold concrete I wonder if I can make it another day. The promises that were made to me, have been broken and there is no help on the way. I gave all for my country and now the politicians have nothing to give to me. I cry in silence homeless and alone.