So how can I relax, i’ve tried.

Listening to your West coast on my East side.

Your soul music only brings me pain.

They send us home and call us back again.

We wear the clothes, take needles and pills.

Letters home tell of thrills and spills.

The suntan oil won’t save our skin.

Prayers won’t stop the fear within.

These times reflect the things we do.

No shame on me and no shame one you.

Now we go to save the world.

The weathers so hot wish I wasn’t here.

No swimming pools just lots of sand.

Turning over stones in a foreign land.

Dreaming of green fields were we would flock.

Instead we empty the sands out of our socks.

Then watch as grains get blown away.

From East to West and back again.

These times reflect the things we do.

No shame on me and no shame on you.

Show an open hand not an angry fist.

Search for signs that we might have missed.

Hearing bullets squeal and missiles moan.

I close my eyes and dream of home.