Soldier
Coming Home words & music by Lenny Solomon
© 2008 L. Solomon
His grandpa hit the beach on
D-Day
His father fought in
That’s the torch he carries,
in his hand
Will help him stand
Fightin’ in some foreign land
Trained in
A soldier, full of battle
cries
And in Fallujah
he took his place
Until war’s embrace
Shot him in the face
A soldier
coming home from the war
With
his body torn to shreds
Leaders
just refuse to see
That
their policy, made his reality…for life
He flew home aboard a cargo
plane
Along with soldiers who had
died
A few weeks passed, they slapped
him on his back
Said he’s right on track
They snickered, that was
that
But nothin’
he did seemed to ease the pain
That came to him almost
every night
He cried and shouted, he slammed
down his fist
And in one cruel twist
He slashed both his wrists
A
soldier coming home from the war
With
his body and future torn to shreds
Leaders
just refuse to see
That
their policy, made his reality…for life
If you see a soldier from
the war
Slumped in some alley, understand
It doesn’t matter if you
think left or right
Try with all your might
To see we never fight
Again