I was sent at war eight years ago It seems so short a time I think of it now Guess who's coming home Just a few more miles to walk ahead of me My backpack's getting heave, my feet drag wearily But I'm feeling free All the nights of waiting and silently praying All the nightmares that I've been enduring I've survived
Because of the thought Of returning home to my wife and son With her in my arms Instead of cold guns
Not being alone Not sleeping on stone Seeing them smile..for a while
Finally I'm entering the town Most people and buildings look new to me But there's a familiar smell I'm walking through the streets and greet the people Gotta make myself know now that I'm back here But no one even looks at me My house doesn't seem to have changed all this time
I knock gently on the door and ring the chime My wife welcomes me Reluctantly She looks me up and down Her forehead in a frown...She asks who I am I tell her my name
She looks far away Her gaze going astray Shaking her head She says "That person is dead"
She apologizes and shuts the door in front of me I tell myself to not give up so easily Tomorrow is another day I search for a hotel and rent a room for one night I throw my backpack on the bad and turn the light I feel like taking a shower
In the bathroom I see my reflection in the mirror I blink and touch my face in terror