Coming Home

The plane touched down, my heart skipped a beat,

Familiar roads, but I feel so incomplete.

The weight of the past, like a shadow on my mind,

Searching for peace, but it's hard to find.

Coming home, but I’m not the same,

Carrying memories, and a different kind of pain.

Trying to fit in, but I feel so far away,

In a world that keeps turning, I just want to stay.

The laughter of kids, the smell of fresh-cut grass,

Reminds me of moments I thought would never pass.

But the echoes of gunfire still linger in my soul,

Finding my way back, but I’m not feeling whole.

Coming home, but I’m not the same,

Carrying memories, and a different kind of pain.

Trying to fit in, but I feel so far away,

In a world that keeps turning, I just want to stay.

I see the faces of those I left behind,

Heroes in my heart, they’re forever intertwined.

But I’m here in the quiet, trying to find my place,

Learning to breathe in this familiar space.

So I take it slow, one step at a time,

Finding my rhythm, reclaiming what’s mine.

With every small victory, I’m learning to heal,

Building a new life, learning how to feel.

Coming home, I’m starting to see,

The love that surrounds me, the strength inside me.

Though the road is long, I’m finding my way,

In a world that keeps turning, I’m here to stay.

So here’s to the life that I’m ready to live,

With hope in my heart and the strength to forgive.

Coming home from the fight, I’m ready to stand,

In a world that keeps turning, I’m taking my hand.