Hands of War

Darkness is what they were thrown into,
So darkness is what they've become.
They tell is it's almost over,
But the heart aches only begun.
These brave eyes have seen such tragedy,
People like us would be shocked to live through and see.
They are changed; changed soldiers,
Once they've hit American soil- it's as if they've gotten older.
Some come home in caskets,
Some come home all wrong,
As they reminisce with their families
They feel so alone.
Flash backs hit them like a two oclock train.
They see devastating faces, destruction and pain.
Blood Curling screams pierce the silent air,
Concerned hearts soothe them with love and care.
Loud noises crashes shake them to the core,
Reminding them if everything thy have been through before.
These women, these men,
Have fallen at the hands of war.