They shipped me out with orders clear,
A rifle, oath, and no room for fear.
We moved through hell with heads held high,
Some came back... and some just died.
But the hardest f***t I’ve ever known
Ain’t on some field—it's back at home.
They cheered when we marched through the gate,
Then turned their backs, spoke words of hate.
They’ll never know what we endured,
The screams, the b***d, the lines we blurred.
Now I wear this smile like a disguise,
But I still see w*r behind my eyes.
'Cause the w*r that followed me home
Ain’t fought with bullets, blades, or drones.
It hides in silence, grief, and shame,
In shattered hearts and faces with no name.
You might not see the wounds I bear,
But brother, I promise—they’re always there.
Yeah, the w*r that followed me home...
Still won't leave me alone.
My uniform’s packed in the attic now,
But I still brace like I’m taking rounds.
At night, I f***t a different foe—
The guilt, the ghosts that won’t let go.
My little girl don’t understand
Why Dad can’t always hold her hand.
The only peace I’ve ever known
Was lacing up for combat zones.
A twisted truth I can’t explain—
That w*r was hell... but home brings pain.
These demons speak in code and scars,
Not all heroes heal with medals or bars.
'Cause the w*r that followed me home
Ain’t fought with bullets, blades, or drones.
It hides in silence, grief, and shame,
In shattered hearts and faces with no name.
You might not see the wounds I bear,
But brother, I promise—they’re always there.
Yeah, the w*r that followed me home...
Still won't leave me alone.
So raise your flag and thank the brave,
But don’t forget the ones we couldn't save.
We fought for freedom, bled for peace—
But some of us were never released.
And the w*r that followed me home...
Still marches on.
