Perspective 4. Lyrics

Okay, I don't want to go in detail, but I went through some pretty heavy combat in Afghanistan

But yeah, I felt a sense of guilt and, I don't know

This is the story of Eddie. At 18 he became a Marine, he was ready

Front line is a grunt, tough as they come. Not the type of dude to confront

But if it came to the punch, the type of man to never run

To some the killing was fun, I wouldn't know I never begun

His fingers wrapped to a gun, till the time he pulled one

The target as old as his son, but it had to be done

Cause if not, he would have been a father to none

How is that the cost of freedom, if a memory never leaves him

Closed his eyes to the sky, asked God why he made him this guy

Take a kid's life to keep his soldiers alive, but it's him or you that dies

Now you gotta hide, like that shit doesn't bury you inside

You a kid at the time, you can't legally find a drink to buy

The bullet in your chamber was legally fine, it's clipped to your mind, there is no rewind

Was this in the contract he signed? There's not always a silver line

Two tours he finished, but what he did replayed by the minute

So did he ever really finish? Back to the states he rushed

Only had a couple of days, it was never enough

Every time he left his loved ones, his soul was crushed

The back and forth could never adjust, from soldier to civ

One earth with two worlds he lived

After four years he quit, wanted to find peace again

Everyone thankful as a veteran, but to him the war was just to begin

PTSD would bring him to his knees, couldn't sleep haunted by dreams

His friends never seen what he'd seen

Scared to talk when they didn't understand what he means

But now they see him and wonder where's the old Eddie

But his wife was a ride or die, she'd been by his side the whole time

It kept him alive, she didn't need a uniform to be on the line

They found treatments and tools, friends that were never fools

Loved him since school, every day's a fight

Some days dark, some days light

Flag can never be white, surrender is never in sight

When he needs love he got it, hands held in our pocket

Clenched like a socket, we need to reach out to stop it

I'm thankful for service, but I'm nervous what it'd do to the person

Especially if the war's a diversion

So let it change your purpose, you a definition of courage

If it's peace you're searching, and everyday it's not working

Understand you're not alone, we need our soldiers to come home

Pick up the hotline, don't hang up the phone

When your mind roams, don't think of the chrome

We ain't looking for early gravestones, we keeping you dome

I'm kicking the real shit to keep it the realest

I've never served shit, I'm done with funerals from self-serving

Twenty two a day, from a hero to grave

We need to stop it, it's never too late

Slow the world down, listen to these words that I say

We in this together, forever we relate

The yesterday can still be a blessing today

March your steps, what we can't control

Will be the only reason a flag gets laid at your doorsteps

I'm catching my breath, I'm woke but laying to rest

Whatever it takes to beat the depressed

Pretty much just guilt after I got back from it

Some guys and the good guys didn't

Like most of the good friends, like, they didn't make it home