When I came back from the war,
there was no cheering sound
nor a medal
nor honour left.
When I came back from the war,
There were a bony body,
tired cries,
and pity eyes.
When I came back from the war,
there was no party,
nor toasting drinks,
nor dancing fellows.
When I came back from the war,
I was alone.
I was beaten up.
I was broken.
I was weaker.
But I came back,
with a wiser mind,
and sharper eyes.
So when the war comes back to me,
and burns me from the inside out,
I know
I will come back from the war
again
And again
And again.
