For the 173rdthe plane is on the runway Im finally coming home... I can see the people waving and yet still, I feel alone. walking through the airportFor the 173rd
they stop to shake my hand, but theyll never know the parts of me I've left lying in the sand.
we were fighting for our country for the stripes and for the stars but all that we have left are the medals and the scars. mortars took our brothers, and the men, they took our wives. everything that mattered, died, while we were fighting for our lives.
paratrooperbefore you judge...If you could see what Ive seen, Could you look me in the eyes? Could you lie to your lover, And tell her you’re fine? Doing what I’ve done, Could you fall asleep at night? Probally not... Their faces will always haunt you, Youll always hear their laughter... You tell yourself... it wasn’t your fault... It doesn’t really matter.... Their faces will always haunt you,before you judge...
it doesn’t really matter... you will always, hear their laughter.
Could you punish me any worse Than Ive punished myself? Probally not...
All that I wantshe speaks to me in whispers, her scent lingers in the air. we lie in bed together, her hands running through my hair. And though she hardly knows me, she takes me in her arms. She tells me that she trusts me... shes not afraid of who I am, even though what Ive done will never be forgiven and the things I must doAll that I want
can never be forgot so caring without question she's everything I want...
You Were WrongEvery day I see just how wrong you were, When I smile at the friends you promised to murder, I can go into a room without being trapped, And say no to reasoning without getting slapped, You can’t read my e-mails anymore, Or treat me like your personal whore, I’m free and I won’t put up with you, You have your own life, you can’t control mine too, You were wrong, in so many ways, And yet I’m the one who pays, There’s only one thing I’m glad you were wrong about, And I hope you come to figure it out, You said you were the best I could everYou Were Wrong
Speak In WhispersAnother curse, another shout, And inside I’m screaming, ‘cause I want out, I’m going to pretend that plate didn’t hit the floor, So maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to take just a little more, Heard a slam, heard one of them hit the wall, The fighting continues; each rising only to fall, She’s crying now, sobbing defeated tears, And it’s moments like these, that have made me wise beyond my years, Sitting back, putting on a blank face, If I don’t want it there, it isn’t, another memory to erase, Doors slam, tires squeal, Guess who leftSpeak In Whispers
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