I was born to be of service Basic training just felt like home I had honor, I found purpose Sir yes sir, that's what I know They sent us to a place I never heard of weeks before When you're 19 it ain't hard to sleep In the desert on god's floor Close your eyes stop counting sheep You ain't in basic any more
We were taught to shoot our rifles Men and women side by side Thought we'd be met as liberators In a thousand year old fight I got this painful ringing in my ear From an IED last night But no lead lined humvee war machine Could save my sergeants life 3 more soldiers 6 civilians Need these words to come out right
God of mercy, god of light Save your children from this life Hear these words This humble plea For I have seen the suffering And with this prayer i'm hoping That we can be unbroken
It's 18 months now I've been back now With this medal on my chest But there are things I can't remember And there are things I won't forget I lie awake at night with dreams The devil shouldn't see I want to scream but I can't breathe and christ I'm sweating through these sheets
Where's my brothers Where's my country Where's my how things used to be
God of mercy, god of light Save your children from this life Hear these words This humble plea For I have seen the suffering And with this prayer i'm hoping That we can be unbroken
My service dogs done more for me Than the medication would There ain't no angel that's coming to save me But even if they could
Today 22 will die from suicide Just like yesterday they're gone I live my life for each tomorrow So their memories will live on Once we were boys and we were strangers Now we're brothers and we're men Someday you'll ask me was it worth it To be of service in the end Well the blessing and the curse is yeah I'd do it all again
Compositor: John Francis Bongiovi (PRS)Editores: Bonjovi Music, Universal Music Publishing International Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2019ECAD verificado obra #22219262 e fonograma #19504999 em 08/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM