Still fighting like a soldier

(Alan Evans)

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