Her stench lingers in the air I bathe in
Her skin in my hands I can still feel
The taste of her, my tongue craves it
The sight of her gives my body chills
...
She bears down one last time.
She hears the cries of her new son.
She holds her baby for the first and last,
Then in a flash hes taken and gone.
...
A baby born into addiction,
Fighting for his life before it began.
Held by his mother just once in his life,
Then he is taken from her hands.
...
This Is War
The desert sun beats down on you
Sweat drips from every pore
March along the small town streets
This is it; this is war
Scan the rooftops and alleyways
Now and then, kick down some doors
Pray it's not the last one you do
This is it; this is war
A gunshot rings out in the distance
Take your aim as you hit the floor
Return fire and stay alive
This is it; this is war
A letter comes in your name
With news from home your spirit soars
The pages bring you only grief
This is it; this is war
For months and months you've gone without
Your spirit's broken, your body's sore
Still you stand and carry on
This is it; this is war
You've made it through, the mission's done
Now you stand outside your door
You're a stranger in your own home
There you are: a casualty of war