Coming Home In A Body Bag

As the morning mist begins to rise

I see the sunrise in the skies

And I'm asking myself why

Why do people have to die

The only one that come this far

In this place, the eve of war

I don't know what I'm going to do

I'm not sure I'll pull this through

I AM THE LAST IN LINE

I AM LOST IN TIME

I AM THE LAST IN LINE

I AM LOST IN TIME

As the darkness falls across the land

My memories turning into sand

I am standing for a reason

Until the dawning of a season

Many names are long forgotten

A touch of death, a smell of rotten

All of me is just tag

Coming home in a bodybag