Battle after battle,
a little more of my innocence was lost,
My machine gun continues to rattle,
showing the enemy who's boss,
cutting through them like cattle,
Blood stains the snow and frost.
I've won the good fight time and time again,
but the war will not end.
Ghosts of those who died,
haunts me deep inside.
Each week they speak to me,
from beyond the grave.
Be the man I have to be,
and honor the sacrifice they gave.
Being a veteran is a curse and a blessing,
constant struggle that needs addressing.
On the outside you're fine,
but you're working with borrowed time.
My demons are being kept away,
but I'm always on guard.
They will come again one day,
halting their assault is getting hard.
I put my faith in the Lord and He carried me through,
saying, "What else will you have me do?"
I fell to my knees and prayed,
Thank you for bringing me back when I went astray.
I'm thankful for each breath that I take,
each time I see the fun,
and every move I make.
There can be only One.
Put my faith in Him,
and I saw four tours to the end.
When the wolf growls at the door,
I say I'm ready for more.
I'm gonna keep on fighting,
and your challenge is inviting.