Story Behind The Song

Why are there so many homeless and life-scarred veterans. Why can't the country seem to take care of them and why do we continue to think that war is the answer.

Lyrics

His grandpa hit the beach on D-Day
His father fought in Vietnam
That's the torch he carries, in his hand
Will help him stand
Fightin' in some foreign land

Trained in Virginia 'til he shipped out
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