Come Home

Chopper blades slicing the hot air

The roar of packed cargo planes

Cries of those left in despair

Broken buildings and bones remain

As some give speeches to masses

A tear rolls down a soldier’s cheek

Sometimes so slowly time passes

It was not they who were beat

Twenty years they flew the flag high

Only to have it whisked away

Terrified with gunfire at night

There’s no reason you should stay 

Come home now sisters and brothers

To warm and open arms

We’ll ever hold up one another

Together we can heal all the harm

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