I'm wandering these streets alone
They don't feel like home
This once hallowed ground
Feels like a ghost town now
I'm on the street corners everyday
At night I drink it away.
And this flask that saved my life
Might be the death of me.
I was a hero when I came home
And that medal that I received
I keep reading my momma's prayers
That makes any sense to me.
I watched the good men fall and brave boys die
Hearing soldiers sob in the dead of night
Every poor young soul that dies in vain
Every soldier lost in this country's name
I carry guilt and my shame