Ptsd

PTSD Thank you my brother, for spending time with me. A greeting with a hug, your scars laid bare to see Reminiscing of times, that felt like long ago. We’ve earned each fleck of silver that both our beards now grow I’m broken for you brother, I feel the weight of all you carry I know your roads been rough, and no doubt you’re getting weary When you gaze into the mirror, I know you see a lessor man It gets harder to tell the difference, between the garbage and the can The trash we are to throw out, not to pile it up inside When the can becomes too full, instead of dumping it, we hide I know you’d take a bullet for me, so let me take one first I don’t want to have to witness you, hauled off inside a hearse To many you’re a champion, you fought with all your might To punish those responsible, to make their worlds more right There is no judgement in this piece, these words flow from real love If I could just trade places now, I’d gladly give the shove I’ll step out on the highway, to create for you a path I’ll stand with you in any storm, I’ll endure the devil’s wraith Many things I do not know, but this each day renews Evil has no influence, when you’re standing in the truth I still see your true worthiness, and not one penny less Your worst days are behind you now, before you lie the best So come, I beg you brother, please just lay your burdens down The price for you was paid in full, you no longer need that crown Fight with me once more, we owe those that we’ve lost To prove it can be overcome, regardless of the cost