I want to write about happy things
but that has been took away
with scars you can not see
and this is what it brings
some wounds want heal
some wounds want leave a scar
i come home from war i look the same
because no one can see the scars
that i hide inside of me
that is why it is so hard
i have been lucky in so many ways
but the damage inside of me
still hurts today
i act like i am find
but i am living my days pretending
with these scars trapped inside of me

Sitting in a foxhole ten thousand miles from home
with my brothers laying around me in a firefight alone
We didn't have a chance when we started up that hill
I only remember thinking God why I was not killed

The sun is blazing hot, but my body is feeling cold
like my brothers laying around me God bless their souls
My mind flashes back the last time I saw my family
here blooded, and wondering will the next bullet find me
















I thought it's just a matter of time when my life would end today
but God sent F4's jets screaming over my head taking that hill away
I finally made it back home to my family, love ones, and friends
but i brought back night mares of the day that just want end

Some days are good, some days are fair, but the bad days are sad
my family are happy to have me back, and that makes me glad
But my memories keep going back a lot when i am all alone
setting in that foxhole ten thousand miles from home.