leaving for iraq they cried to get me back
so i survived every bullet and ied attack
war is a dark,dirty and despondent
dead inside and depressed wishing we never went
hope is seen as a light beyond the dark tunnel
lost in life but I make my agony artful
everyday I wake up is dreadful
all i know is pain so my pistol looks peaceful
war wounds are emotionally bleeding
no reason for survival outside suffering
haunted by those men turned victims still screaming
recovery is reality only when I'm dreaming
