22
I am so over today
For this life has me not believing
In order to live i must pay
In an other time
In an other season
Had a purpose
Had a reason
Had order
Now I am a statistic 22
Over and Over
Hanging in the garage
Clouded and weary
Isolated
My silent scream
Never heard
Trying to remember my buddies
But the desert was to clever
Blinded by the sand storm
That severed the tether
Alone in my nightmare
Thinking of sleep
22 in to deep
The thought runs in
Never ever creeps
In an other time
In an other season
Had a purpose
Had a reason
Had order
Now I am a statistic 22
Over and Over
Cast shadows long an dark
Troubled mind, a prisoner
Of doubt
Family crying cemetery park
For if one would reach out for
Me and for you
Instead we become a
Statistic 22
22 is a statistic on how many vets commit suicide a day
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