You saw shackles on their feet.
You saw sorrow in their eyes.
And I'm pretty sure you could feel
The pain that was in their hearts.
But soon you'll be home from the war.
You wrote me everyday
And told how you lived
It was gruesome and torturous
But I'll be glad when you're home from the war.
When your plane touched down
And I waited without a sound
And all I was to see
Was your officer look at me
I said I'm glad you're home from the war..
And now I stand by thee
Lost in this world; down on one knee
At this great ceremony
In honor of you
Looking down where guns were fired on you
But.. I'm glad you came back home from the war.
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