Taps On a Bugle

Each day remains a struggle, through the chaos in his mind A simple thank you goes a long way, towards possibly helping him find His place among the living, when all he knows is war It's changed him way down deep, some say even to his core He struggles with his purpose, contemplates on his self worth Sometimes wonders why he made it home, while so many more deserved Lost his best friend he met in training camp, had to leave his wife behind Came home to an empty house one day, the Dear John letter still reminds When you hear Taps on a bugle, another hero's earned his wings We can argue about the right or wrong, but what good will it bring Leaving grief and loss and misery, and another family torn He walked through deaths shadowed valley, yet went headfirst towards the storm There goes a fallen soldier, but he didn't die alone Like the millions gone before him, they'll welcome him on home Knows he didn't die in vain, cause freedom was the cost They'll always be remembered, and we'll always struggle with the loss So give thanks to all the soldiers, as you go and wave your signs But disrespect the flag they died for, and we won't take it kind Someone has lost a son, a husband or a dad, a very special person, they never can get back Respect the fallen soldier