BROKEN WARRIOR
That funny look upon your face,
Whenever I pass by.
Tells me you don't understand,
The patch upon my eye.
My wheelchair is a novelty,
It makes a certain sound.
I got it several years ago,
When my legs could not be found.
You stare at me and then you turn,
In hopes I'll go away.
Hello, my friend, is what I've been,
Hoping you will say.
I lost more than my legs and eye
Fighting for Uncle Sam
I came back home to find
I don't know who I really am
They gave me a place to call my own
It's call the D.A.V.
And when you say your prayers at night
I hope you'll remember me
Some of my friends are on the streets
They spend their time alone
America's broken warriors
On the street without a home?
Before the war when I was strong
And everything was here
If you had known me then you'd know
I'm nothing you should fear
The other vets all feel the same
We're nothing you should dread
We are the one's who fought for you
And Freedom's why we bled
So the next time you see me on the street
Or saluting the flag passing by
You'll understand the reason for the tear
In the corner of my single eye.
Written from the heart by Rebecca Cole
