Veteran

There the old gentleman sits
Thinking about the friends he left behind
The ones who never returned and the ones he couldn't find.

The guilt that never leaves
As he came home
They were left in this faraway land
For the sacrifice they made
No more do they breath.

He fought together
With his brother in arms
Trying to fight the fear inside.
He has fought his war
Shed blood tears and sweat
To keep the enemy from our doors
He fought for our freedom
And we owe him a large debt.

The medals he wears
He wears them with pride
Not showing his grief and nightmares
Those scars he hides.

Not a day goes by
Of his comrades that have past
Thinking of them until the very last.

So sitting there
Thinking back
The old mans tears
Are for those that didn't come back.