Tears of the sun leave wounds of war
They fired first but we fired more
4 soldiers, 9 rounds, 3 bodies
Wars a deadly game with a fatal score
To some we are killers and a few call us heroes
They say we didn't lose but we feel far from winners
No after parties, no bonus checks, only secrets and admissions
Conscious of decisions, pain turns into various addictions
Post traumatic injuries destroy any rest or relaxation
Post war lessons teach hard, unwillingly continuing our education
Profane, plea or pray nothing takes our guilt or nightmares
From heroes to forgotten holding only loyalty and pain
More hurt, no home, hoping america remembers our name
