You call me a hero,
But where is the love after the parades go?
And we have to return and be good heroes,
And forget about the wounds that have been opened by war.
And forget about the checking of exits when we walk into stores.
And become scared of sleep because the nightmares never cease.
And wonder in the darken nights if I’ll we’ll ever be ok.
After the war is over, there’s still a battle,
That no camouflage can hide.
You only mourn for me when I die,
But why not when I’m alive?