Desert Depression
Look out over this post, the same scene.
Waiting to go home, and see trees so green
Long ago, saw the recruiting poster,
Gone now, days of a jokerster.
The Marine Corps, nothing I thought it would be,
Like a credit card with a hidden fee.
Used to live for adventure, loved the thrill
Now to stay alive, it takes more than skill.
Dust in our eye,
Memories enough to make men cry.
Waiting for the day to come back,
The order to fill your sack.
Ah, Iraq. It makes me sick,
Now its more than just a flick.
Was it worth it?
Maybe, one day when I look back on it.
When I have the time to sit.
For now, I huddle to the ground.
My heart will soon cease to sound.
Waiting to go home, and see trees so green
Long ago, saw the recruiting poster,
Gone now, days of a jokerster.
The Marine Corps, nothing I thought it would be,
Like a credit card with a hidden fee.
Used to live for adventure, loved the thrill
Now to stay alive, it takes more than skill.
Dust in our eye,
Memories enough to make men cry.
Waiting for the day to come back,
The order to fill your sack.
Ah, Iraq. It makes me sick,
Now its more than just a flick.
Was it worth it?
Maybe, one day when I look back on it.
When I have the time to sit.
For now, I huddle to the ground.
My heart will soon cease to sound.
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