He woke up Shrapnel scars across the top of his head His children at the edge of his bed Not sure if this really happened He sits up Just standing but he falls to the floor Pleading that he's still fit for war He's cursing at his purple heart Suit and Tie Sits and waits and stares at the clock Wondering about what time he got up Struggling with his lungs filled with tar Interview Says "it seems to me you're unfit" Doesn't match the job description Cause no ones cares he's a veteran As he looks for savior In the back of the paper He thinks he's willing and able Why can't I be like the rest Nobody seems to draw nearer This questions never looked clearer Life starts to feel like a mirror His bottle clung to his chest No more use Resorting to a life of abuse This love affair has tied up his noose He didn't get the option to choose Oh god why me I thought this was the land of the free A life of fame without pedigree Cause freedom costs unfortunately Oh god you're not waking up Please wake up Oh my love Wake up Oh god you're not waking up Please wake up Oh my love Wake up