I was born to be of serviceCamp Lejeune just felt like homeI had honor, I found purpose"Sir, yes, sir, " that's what I knowThey sent us to a placeI never heard of weeks beforeWhen you're nineteen it ain't hard to sleepIn the desert on God's floorClose your eyes, stop counting sheepYou ain't in boot camp anymoreWe were taught to shoot our riflesMen and women side by sideThought we'd be met as liberatorsIn a thousand-year-old fightI got this painful ringing in my earFrom an IED last nightBut no lead-lined Humvee war machineCould save my sergeant's lifeThree more soldiers, six civiliansNeed these words to come out rightGod of mercy, God of lightSave your children from this lifeHear these words, this humble pleaFor I, have seen the sufferingAnd with this prayer, I'm hopin'That we can be unbrokenIt's eighteen months now, I've been statesideWith this medal on my chestBut there are things I can't rememberAnd there are things I won't forgetI lie awake at nightWith dreams the Devil shouldn't seeI wanna scream, but I can't breatheAnd Christ, I'm sweatin' through these sheetsWhere's my brothers? Where's my country?Where's my "how things used to be"?God of mercy, God of lightSave your children from this lifeHear these words, this humble pleaFor I, have seen the sufferingAnd with this prayer, I'm hopin'That we can be unbrokenMy service dog's done more for meThan the medication wouldThere ain't no angel that's comin' to save meBut even if they couldToday, twenty-two will die from suicideJust like yesterday, they're goneI live my life for each tomorrowSo their memories will live onOnce we were boys and we were strangersNow we're brothers and we're menSomeday, you'll ask me, "Was it worth itTo be of service in the end? "Well, the blessing and the cursesYeah, I'd do it all againWhoa-oh-oh-ohWhoa-oh-oh-ohWhoa-oh-oh-ohWhoa-oh-ohWhoa-oh-oh-ohWhoa-oh-ohWhoa-oh, yeah
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I was born to be of service
Camp Lejeune just felt like home
I had honor, I found purpose
"Sir, yes, sir, " that's what I know
They sent us to a place
I never heard of weeks before
When you're nineteen it ain't hard to sleep
In the desert on God's floor
Close your eyes, stop counting sheep
You ain't in boot camp anymore
We were taught to shoot our rifles
Men and women side by side
Thought we'd be met as liberators
In a thousand-year-old fight
I got this painful ringing in my ear
From an IED last night
But no lead-lined Humvee war machine
Could save my sergeant's life
Three more soldiers, six civilians
Need these words to come out right
God of mercy, God of light
Save your children from this life
Hear these words, this humble plea
For I, have seen the suffering
And with this prayer, I'm hopin'
That we can be unbroken
It's eighteen months now, I've been stateside
With this medal on my chest
But there are things I can't remember
And there are things I won't forget
I lie awake at night
With dreams the Devil shouldn't see
I wanna scream, but I can't breathe
And Christ, I'm sweatin' through these sheets
Where's my brothers? Where's my country?
Where's my "how things used to be"?
God of mercy, God of light
Save your children from this life
Hear these words, this humble plea
For I, have seen the suffering
And with this prayer, I'm hopin'
That we can be unbroken
My service dog's done more for me
Than the medication would
There ain't no angel that's comin' to save me
But even if they could
Today, twenty-two will die from suicide
Just like yesterday, they're gone
I live my life for each tomorrow
So their memories will live on
Once we were boys and we were strangers
Now we're brothers and we're men
Someday, you'll ask me, "Was it worth it
To be of service in the end? "
Well, the blessing and the curses
Yeah, I'd do it all again
