• Arms rapped around me
    Holding me tight
    Seeing the people
    But something aint right

    I look at them
    With tears in my eyes
    Say’in
    I owe this to me
    I owe this to them
    I owe this to my country
    And we’re gonna win

    Put on my helmet
    Pack up my gear
    Get on a flight
    Down near the pier

    Bombs are bursting
    Bullets are flying
    Got nipped in the back once
    I knew I was dieing

    The flashback begins
    From start till then
    Black was coming
    It was the end

    Vision in blur
    Helmet on desk
    Laying in bed
    With hand in mine
    Telling me it wasn’t my time

    Family near
    That I hold so dear
    In My Arms Again