Coming Home

I just buried a friend

He had come to the end

But I can't help feeling that it needn't have been

Caught in the flak

There was no turning back

So he gave up his life for some psychopath's dream

So we're leaving the front

Having taken the brunt

Now we're tired of the slaughter in some foreign land

So the leaders of the war

They fight alone on the shore

Our mutiny over they are left on the sand

We stand as one

We are an army now of many thousand strong

They stand alone

To fight for ravaged land to gain their worthless throne

The boys are coming home

I see within my mind

A vast and lonely plain

Great armies meet in no man's land

To clench their hands in friendship

For the first time

The dark tide is ebbing

A mass of tired humanity drifting toward the dawn

We are coming home