I Was Born To Be Of Service
Camp Lejeune Just Felt Like Home
I Had Honor, I Found PurposeSir, Yes, Sir
That′s What I Know
They Sent Us To A Place I Never Heard Of Weeks Before
When You're Nineteen, It Ain′t Hard To Sleep
In The Desert On God's Floor
Close Your Eyes, Stop Counting Sheep
You Hear Them Bootcamp Anymore

We Were Taught To Shoot Our Rifles
Then In One, Then Side By Side
Thought We'd Be Made As Liberators
In A Thousand Year Old Fight
I Got This Painful Ringing In My Ear
From An IED Last Night
But No Lead Light Humvee War Machine, Could Save My Sargeants Life
Three More Soldiers, Six Civilians
Need These Words To Come Out Right

God Of Mercy, God Of Light
Seek Your Children From This Life
Here These Words, This Humble Plea
For I Have Seen The Suffering
And With This Prayer I′m Hoping
That We, Can Be Unbroken

It′s 18 Months Now, I've Been Stateside
With This Medal On My Chest
But There Are Things I Can′t Remember
And There Are Things I Won't Forget
I Lie Awake At Night With Dreams Of Devils Shouldn′t See
I Wanna Scream, But I Can't Breathe
And Christ, I Am Sweating Through These Sheets
Where′s My Brothers? Where's My Country?
Where's My How Things Used To Be?

God Of Mercy, God Of Light
Seek Your Children From This Life
Here These Words, This Humble Plea
For I Have Seen The Suffering
And With This Prayer I′m Hoping
That We, Can Be Unbroken

My Service Dogs Done More For Me
Then The Medication Would
There Ain′t No Angel That Is Coming To Save Me
But Even If They Could

Today, 22, Would Die From Suicide
Just Like Yesterday, They're Gone
I Live My Life For Each Tomorrow
So Their Memories Will Live On
Once We Were Boys, And We Were Strangers
Now We′re Brothers And We're Men
Someday You′ll Ask Me, Was It Worth It To Be Of Service In The End?
Well, The Blessing, And The Curses, Yeah, I'd Do It All Again

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