The horrors in store when men go to war,
Will break the fragile hearts of men.
When those men come home to kiss and hug their wives and kids,
They won't be the same.
Their eyes have seen the death and destruction that war leaves in it's path, these men will never be the same.
They are shell shocked,
Forced to repeat those horrors again and again.
They are shell shocked,
War tears out the hearts of men.
Johnathan came home from Iraq,
He has a wife and two kids.
The horrors were haunting his mind,
back in the kitchen his wife dropped a pan.
He's now doing 5-10 in a 8x10,
All for the Iraq war.
He is shell shocked,
He is paying for his country pride.
He is shell shocked,
War tore the heart out of that man.
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