Glory Road

there is no soft breeze, in this never - ending winter, its like a bad dream we cant stop imaging, they say well be home soon, but we know better, were walking and breathing, but our soul is not alive, it seemed like the guns we held, were just a harmless lie, but we know different now, for in our arms we hold mens lives, and in our hopeless hearts, we remember not, the men who we made die, we walk around, heads angled down, for our shame follows us around, when we march heads fly up high, for we are our country's pride, but deep inside, we suffer, for tortous nights that lie ahead, bringing us home cant help now, for we are already dead, we gave it all, for what we thoguht, was to be a glorious death, but we know now, this is no glory road.