He said: Son where will you be, when retribution find its way?
Will you hide from all the things that you've done wrong?
Will you turn your back on those who fought, and those who gave their lives?
And hide the scars your rags they have disguised.
I know, i know of all the things you left behind, the trail you walked it led a different way.
He came home on an August day, the sun beneath the sea,
The medals hanging high above his chest.
A look of sorrow, pain and ache, was held behind the lies.
The world it laid as ruins to his eyes.
I know, i know of all the things you left behind, the trail you walked it led a different way.
But son, i promise you that time it will avenge, i promise you there will be a brighter day.
He said: Son where will you be, when retribution find its way?
Will you hide from all the things that you've done wrong?
Will you turn your back on those who fought, and those who gave their lives?
And hide the scars your rags they have disguised.
I know, i know of all the things you left behind, the trail you walked it led a different way.
But son, i promise you that time it will avenge, i promise you there will be a brighter day.