So you say you want to know, what it's like to be me.
You see my Medals and my ribbons but not my misery.
So you wanna feel what it's like to been where I've been.
Believe me when I say, it's not so pretty my friend.
So you think I've lived the life, with my travels abroad.
Think again, sweet child, I've lost faith in any God.
So you wanna hear the sounds of a soldiers road?
Trust me when I say, all that glitters ain't gold.
So you think you have what it takes to be a brother to me?
Take your baptism of fire and we'll see what you'll be.
So you wanna be a soldier? Well good luck with that friend.
Until the bullet finds your soul, it's a hell that won't end.
So you say you want to know, what it's like to be me.
You see my Medals and my ribbons but not my misery.
©jarnmarr
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