Still fighting like a soldier
A soldiers fight in civvy street
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Flashbacks of broken soldiers
Play like movies in my head
Remembering friends that I made
The injured and the dead
While engaged in battle
Bullets flying all around
In the midst of a desert storm
I suddenly hit the ground
Then all was silent
Time for me stood still
The only thing keeping me alive
Was the power of my will
They told me my friends were gone
I was lucky to survive
Said I had some problems
but at least I was alive
And time moved on
It don't wait around for anyone
Now I’m waiting at a truckstop
Hoping to hitch a ride
Sitting on a grassy bank
Wheelchair by my side
No money in my pocket
Got no-one to phone
Still fighting like a soldier
Trying to get back home
Hours passed still had no luck
Saw faces etched with raw dismay
Held out my thumb to every truck
Watched has they turned away
time is just floating by
daytime losing its light
could feel the cold taking hold
when neon lit the night
drivers flying by
like they were in a race
all looking any which way
to avoid looking at my face
I couldn’t understand why
They didn’t open up their door
It looked to me like they’d never
Seen a wheelchair before
No money in my pocket
Got no-one to phone
Still fighting like a soldier
Trying to get back home
Things were so different
In the days when I could stand
Before I went off to fight
In that far off desert land
Before the savagery of war
Took the life I had before
Now I wait at the roadside
For the opening of a door
Just been to pay respect
To visit friends that I knew
The brave who didn’t make it home
Shouldn't be the forgotten few
Now I just need a ride
I’m not asking for too much
I’m still fighting like a soldier
Just down on my luck
No money in my pocket
Got no-one to phone
Still fighting like a soldier
Trying to get back home
looking for some justice
for the broken and the poor
I'm still a soldier fighting
It's just a different war
© Alan Evans 2018
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