Where have the soldiers gone?
Shot down.
Blood on the carpet.
Muddy boots by the door.
Money in the bank.
No more tears.
Climb the ladder.
This is what I worked for.
No more raising them
With a gun in their hand
And sweat on their brow.
This is what I worked for.
Smile and laugh and dance.
Be free from the hungry worry.
Don't let counting pennies
Age you like it did to me.
This is what I worked for.
Summer dresses and summer salts.
Flowers in you hair.
I worked for a better life.
