He woke up
Shrapnel scars across the top of his head
His children at the edge of his bed
Not sure if this really happened
He sits up
Just standing but he falls to the floor
Pleading that he's still fit for war
He's cursing at his purple heart
Suit and Tie
Sits and waits and stares at the clock
Wondering about what time he got up
Struggling with his lungs filled with tar
Interview
Says "it seems to me you're unfit"
Doesn't match the job description
Cause no ones cares he's a veteran
As he looks for savior
In the back of the paper
He thinks he's willing and able
Why can't I be like the rest
Nobody seems to draw nearer
This questions never looked clearer
Life starts to feel like a mirror
His bottle clung to his chest
No more use
Resorting to a life of abuse
This love affair has tied up his noose
He didn't get the option to choose
Oh god why me
I thought this was the land of the free
A life of fame without pedigree
Cause freedom costs unfortunately
Oh god you're not waking up
Please wake up
Oh my love
Wake up
Oh god you're not waking up
Please wake up
Oh my love
Wake up