War is hell
A former shell
Of the man I used to be
I’ve seen it all, bullets, bombs, burning cars
Sights to make you stop and stare
Now I’m back home, who seems to care?
Another bloke roaming round town
Searching rooftops
Avoiding the shops
Waiting for the enemy that’s there
But there’s none to be seen, except in my dreams
On those long lonely nights back home
My fight is now over but the dreams wet the covers as I sweat through another re-run
Of the things I have done, the sights and the wrong, the troubles in my head I want gone
But you’ll never believe, unless you’ve been, how horrible war can be……