When I Get Home
I was never a hero only trying
to survive
There’s something righteous about
being alive
I don’t believe in some
greater call
But for my brother I’d give
it all
When I get home, When I get
home
I want the peace I’ve never
known
When I get home, when I get
home
I want some grace of my own
When I get home, when I get
home
Twisted and trained they
broke my will
Without hesitation is how you
kill
But I saw the humanity of the
enemy
I looked in his eyes and I
saw me
When I get home, When I get
home
I want the peace I’ve never
known
When I get home, when I get
home
I want some grace of my own
When I get home, when I get
home
Same old scam same old lies
like before
There is a foe and that foe
is war
The rich drink martinis as
the poor die
And a sick greed is the
reason why
When I get home, When I get
home
I want the peace I’ve never
known
When I get home, when I get
home
I want some grace of my own
When I get home, when I get
home
I have medals and stories I
don’t want to share
Most of all I’m looking for
somebody to care
I’m looking for somebody to
offer more than prayer
In the heat of the street you
can meet me there
When I get home, When I get
home
I want the peace I’ve never
known
When I get home, when I get
home
I want some grace of my own
When I get home, when I get
home
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