Commas and Tears

One tour of duty taught me a lot

The consequences of being caught

The terror of being shot

Looking back, it all seems clear

Captains bribed us with brothels and beers

Now I write commas and tears

It started out with nightmares and screams

Everything was ripped out at the seams

Is my life just how it seems?

I still wake up with nothing but fear

Even though I am greeted with cheers

Still I write commas and tears.

I came home one day and she was gone

What could I have possibly done wrong

I thought all my guns we’re drawn

Never would I have thought in these years

That it would be me rigging the gears

Just to write commas and tears