[Verse 1]
First one leans on a cane
Sand still stuck in his veins
Eyes on a town-square statue
Counting names
Counting names
Second one stares at his hands
Oil and dust from another land
Laugh lines
Sleepless nights
Both carved in his face
Third one’s young
Boots still creak
Phone full of ghosts he can’t delete
Medals in a kitchen drawer
He barely speaks
[Chorus]
Three wars
Three voices
No need for words tonight
They carry the weight
Of time and fate
Three veterans
Three different wars
Standing together in this free land
One flag
One fight
One flag
One fight
[Verse 2]
Old man straightens his coat
Pins flash in the July smoke
Salute comes slow but steady
Shoulder to shoulder they stand
Middle one lifts up the kid
Says
“You made it home
That’s it”
Silence says the rest
In a language only they understand
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Different deserts
Different skies
Same dust in their tired eyes
Different jungles
City nights
Same prayer whispered at sunrise
[Chorus]