I am aghast at how many negative things people have to say about veterans whether homeless, afflicted with PTSD, or in general. I hope in this piece I have conveyed the idea pretty well. look up the statistics, something like 20 veterans a day take their own life. raise the awareness, these are my brothers and sisters. your family, friend, loved one and they are forgotten. The Fog I can see through the mist I have been here before The life I used to live Was just a moral façade Your mouths are shooting bullets Your words are a fatal grenade I left the war im told I thought I was going home But my eyes are now open I can see through the mist Home has become a battlefield I did not volunteer for this Old friends become new enemies People don’t understand The life I used to live Is a shadow disappearing through the sand I have become a stranger Amongst the people that I love My mind is filled with terrors Only few can comprehend Is it a surprise I find solace At the bottom of this bottle The only comfort I have found Is the fire that warms me When I drink this liquor down I can see through the mist It’s all becoming clear The only solution Is far, far from here There are voices I cannot silence My hands cover my ears They say I am wicked Just a cog in the gears I can see through the mist The fog of war is fading I am your forgotten The veterans of war I live in your streets Plagued by infidelity Betrayed by love Misunderstood by society I have thrown down my gloves I’ve been running for so long The throws of death are waiting Freedom is in its wings Welcome me now brother This battle I cannot win Let your judgment be swift So I can find solace in the end I can see through the mist
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 22:36:20 +0000
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