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The war is over, battles we won.
They call us heroes, time we've done.
No simple parades or bells were rung
They simply told us we were done.

So home we went, minds were gone.
Now it's time to smartly carry-on.
The times we had now are gone.
But the war inside still carries on.

Family and friends cannot know the truth. To them it was all make-believe.
The government, the media turn the screws. The flames of war have died down.

Still brother's fall too numerous to count. They Pace and hide their wounded pride. To ask for help, not our way. We slowly dig our very own graves.

See the numbers like shocking and awe. high enough to build bridges to Gods. They seek treatment, Get levied with drugs. Now they treat us like criminal thugs.