This one is a song for the veterans, by a veteran.
Lyrics:
This one's for my fellow veterans, that can't sleep
May the apple of my tree fall and roll far away.
It's been a long time since I opened eyes to a beep, beep.
These days, I wake up from a deep sleep,
in the peak of a dream, frequently a bleak scene.
Combusting green leaf, adjusting to the screams
An indistinct creak somewhere far outside my orbit.
Temporal anamnesis, sorta torn untied and morbid.
I need some time to sort it
A sleeping dragon is on a mound of golden riches hoarded.
I was a soldier for the powers that be,
and due to those days, these days I seldom sleep.
The burdens that we shoulder don't protect the weak
Despite the compensation, I'm a pauper when it comes to peace. Although I bear a piece,
barely at ease existing in verity,
a flock of parakeets. Sincerity is more than dead,
I'm barely a rarity, brass tacks are in the couch at Ted's
You heard him Talk, yeah we've heard it, yeah it's all been said...
I need more than a wink in order for me to be relieved
It seems that in my dreams, a mortar is always at my knees
Hope one day I can sort it so I can see that apple tree
One day, my son, that apple, falls and rolls away from me
He goes to sleep in bed
and wakes up (tied up in a shed)
Am I alive or (am I dead?)
Am I at home or (in the Middle East)?
It's time to peek beyond the sheet, maybe begin to count some sheep.
This is my cry for peace, I need relief to catch some z's, sheesh.
The man you see is tired and receives a little sleep.
But lucky me, I've been retired since I was 23.
Financially free, a dream that many think they seek.
At what cost, the loss of life for brothers overseas.
One minute I'm driving, the next one he's dying.
Im 'bout to go back to the states, I hope your wife isn't lying.
My mind is flashing back to the turret while my babies crying.
I kept an eye behind us, with the guidance of my leader’s pious.
With no compliance, a conveyance was creeping behind us.
The trigger squeeze takes me back to the violence.
He took a bullet in the silence. I can still hear the sirens.
I'm firing back at my likeness, I think I see a peeking, iris…
I need more than a wink in order for me to be relieved
It seems that in my dreams, a mortar is always at my knees
Hope one day I can sort it so I can see that apple tree
One day, my son, that apple, falls and rolls away from me...
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