He used to be a regular guy,
I don't know why.
His life turned out the way it has
There is a story in his past.
See that old man
digging in the trash can.
For any thing he can find
He may be a old vet. That lost his mind,
Taking the life fate has dealt.
Playing the cards that is in his hand,
Maybe he was a young soldier,
That fought for this land
His friends laid dying.
He placed the flag by their grave.
One gave up life
So he might be saved.
He was the only one
That came home okay.
The enemy may not have killed him,
Or did they ?
They won in a way.
He fought for the flag,
Is this all he gets paid?
There is a old woman that pushs a cart.
That she took from a grocery mart.
Has everything she owns in a bag.
Why is that?
She lives under the bridge alone in the dark.
Is this where heartache left a mark?
A old broken heart.
A old man that sleeps on the bench of the park?
Where did it start?
Walking alone on a road with no map or chart.
The road is a dead end,
Without a friend
,another sign of heartache's mark.
There is a story of personal loss,
No one may ever know,
How they paid life's cost.
Maybe inside a hero saved a life.
There is a story behind those sad eyes.
She lost her child,
Than she lost her mind,
She hasn't smiled in a very long time,
Does anyone care if she lives or dies.
There is a story behind those sad eyes.
Strangers walk by,
And stare and look,
Judging the cover.
Without reading the book.
Some one with no glory
Slowly dies..
There may be a hero
Somewhere inside.
There is a story behind those sad eyes.