On My Way Home From W*r

[Intro] (Instrumental: Soft acoustic guitar strumming with distant drum cadence) [Verse 1] Dusty boots on a broken road, The cannons fade to echoes low, Every step hums a soldier’s creed, But my heart’s a flag that’s lost its breeze. [Verse 2] Rivers crossed and bridges burned, Memories twist where lessons churned, The moon’s a watchman, cold and pale, Counting the ghosts that hitch my trail. [Chorus] Oh, I’m on my way home from w*r, Where the shadows don’t knock anymore, Through the thorns and the crimson clay, I’ll plant my peace where the wildflowers sway. [Bridge] Mother’s voice in the whispering pines, A child’s laugh at the border sign, The road unwinds like a pardoned sin, I’ll mend my soul where the dawn begins. [Outro] (Instrumental: Fading guitar with a lone drum’s retreating b**t)