An American Hero
Too much time on my handsMy thoughts are many and bad
I am sitting all alone for now
Soon I will be going home
Silence has moved in like a blanket of fog
My breathing has been amplified and is fairly loud
There seems to be some movement of to my right
But, what ever it is is out of my line of sight
My legs are now crumpled under me and they ache
My brain has taken away the pain coming from my back
I am getting rather cold now, laying in the puddle
I want to scream out, but I am not able
It's getting dark now
I feel that I must move on
I will soon be leaving this plane of existice
Soon I will be going home
I signed to fight willing for my country
And I knew bad things could happen
If only I had turned to right and not the left
I would have seen my killer and got him
Soon I will be going home
Soon I will be going home
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