HOME FROM THE FRONT – THE GRITTON LINE
The waves still echo names I can’t forget,
Shadows in the water, ghosts I met.
The medals hang but they don’t shine,
They just remind me of the time.
I came back breathing, but not alive,
Looking for a reason to survive.
And I’m home from the front,
But the battle never ends inside.
Home from the front,
Still hearing thunder in my mind.
The silence feels like war again,
And peace is harder to define.
The streets are calm, but I still scan,
Old habits dying slow, the soldier’s plan.
She said I’ve changed she’s not wrong,
I left my laughter where I belonged.
In the desert sun, beneath the sound,
Of brothers lost, now heaven-bound.
And I’m home from the front,
But the battle never ends inside.
Home from the front,
Still hearing thunder in my mind.
The silence feels like war again,
And peace is harder to define.
The ocean calls me softly back,
A mirror dark, a heart off track.
I close my eyes and see their eyes,
All the faces I can’t leave behind.
But love still waits by the door,
Maybe that’s what I was fighting for.
Now I’m home from the front,
Laying my weapons down tonight.
Home from the front,
Letting the morning be my guide.
If peace is love, then I’ve begun,
To find my way back to the sun.
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