Time to release

Written by: Tom Larrow

When boys take arms to protect and serve
They only think about, can I make the curve

The cause is just but, do I have the nerve,
hearing all the veterans talk and I observe

They speak of pride and honor, doing what's right
and I ask them "how many did you kill in that fight"

Then, as a silence takes hold of all the noise,
these men stare in silence, like long lost boys

They say "war is a hell, where good men die"
and behind hollow stares, some of them cry

He was a Hero, they say speaking of a friend
knowing he had their back to the bitter end.

Know he sits all alone in a crowded bar,
drinking to forget, staring at a bronze star

Promises that he made to men in graves,
flow in all his thoughts, like endless waves

Why was I the one that survived that day,
they had wives and children to watch at play

I'm home now, with all pieces of me in disarray 
42 years, since I kissed the ground in the USA

no star to show but, in pieces like their friend
I carry promises made, as I try to make amends 

I think, with all of life's burdens, it's OK if I drown
God says, "I'll take all burdens, just put them down"