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The flags are folded, the guns are stilled,

But a shadow lingers, cold and chilled.

A hero’s welcome, but no parade,

Just a quiet town where memories fade.

22 a day, that’s what they say,

Fighting demons no one can chase away.

The war is over, but it’s never done,

The real battle’s here, and it’s claiming our daughters and sons.

A bottle rattles on the kitchen shelf,

He says, "I’m fine," but he’s lying to himself.

The nights are long, the dreams are loud,

He’s a soldier lost in a civilian crowd.

Who do you call when the silence screams?

When your brothers and sisters are gone, and so are the dreams?

22 a day, that’s what they say,

Fighting demons no one can chase away.

The war is over, but it’s never done,

The real battle’s here, and it’s claiming our daughters and sons.

There’s a name carved in every heart,

A brother, a sister, torn apart.

The war at home, it cuts so deep,

A battlefield where no one sleeps.