Sometimes I Wish

Another Sunday in July,

Another day I wonder why,

I try to get up out of bed,

But I’m a prisoner inside my head.

Sometimes I wish that it were me instead of them.

There were so many of us there,

But bullets fly and they don’t care.

I don’t know why I’m here today,

When all my buddies they came another way.

Sometimes I wish that it were me...

Sometimes I wish that it were me that fell,

And that my brothers and my sisters could’ve lived to tell,

The story of their fallen friend, who fought until the very end.

And I wish they could be here today to live among those lives they saved,

A soldier who may not walk again, but wakes up every day and says, I can.

When I got back I was ok,

I thought I’d find a job and fall in love and make my way.

But then the sleepin’ got real hard,

I kept on thinkin’ it’s my fault they’re gone, that I dropped my guard,

And then I’d wish that it were me,

Sometimes I wish that it were me, instead of them.

Now I’ve been back four years today,

I have a wife, a son and a daughter on the way.

They’ve had to deal with all my pain,

And even when my anger poured on them like rain,

And I wish that it were...

They say to “take a breath, slow it down,

Raise my head off the ground,

It’s ok, I’m alive,

I will live for you, each day I’ll try.”

Life is better now, I guess,

I write my thoughts down every day to clear my head,

I’m still in pain, but I get by,

So many others lost their limbs and some died.

Sometimes I wish that it were me instead of them.

“Take a breath, slow it down,

Raise my head off the ground,

It’s ok, I’m alive,

I will live for you, each day I’ll try.”