War

I do remember the way that I felt

That cold, dark night in the middle of hell

With no one around except myself

And that light from the moon shining down

I called back home, said it might be a while

Before I see you again, I'll sure miss your smile

Just tell me, friend, how long did it take

For you to regret the promise you made

With the blood on my shirt, and gun in my hand

I'll come back home a heroic man