I watched as the small town that we 
call afghanistan is crowded with locals
praying with their hands for one day to
become a free land seems its always us who
is asked to take a stand.

at night as peace creeps over them once again
you feel the panic drop like a pin bullets
ring out and an explosion is heard sometimes
the sound of war can be absurd.

why do we fight for freedom for strangers
and their wills so no one is left to ever
set up the drills we take our medicine and
leap without fear i cant believe i been 
here for so many years.

home? i kno of it its a place i cant reach
i wouldnt kno exactly where to plant my feet
to see a loved one run up to be hugged i would
stare blanky towards them and just shrugg.

battles and wars are fought so carelessly
but its the price we pay to be free i cant
remember spring or summer nor the touch of
grass...........lord i pray that soon this
senseless war will come to pass.

thank you for the men and women who remain
your names will be remembered in all my
sweet refrains.