I can see the pictures of me and ask
"do i look so different than anyone else?"
i can hear them marching near and feel
the steady pounding of a heart.
with every step this open door --
a mission for a love lost long ago.
i welcome its return.
years gone by, no time to cry a prayer for me
as i watch my bridges burn.
i was like you, i never knew
how i could be a victim of our red, white, and blue.
i work the day, i earn my pay,
i want to find a way back to my baby blue.
i still can see pictures of me and ask
"do i look so different than anyone else?"