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I dont wear camoflague of concrete jungle grey So on these city streets I stand out
plain as the day Wish me invisible as you turn your eyes away saying Get a life Get
a job you waste of space But you dont know me and you dont know where
ive been You have no concept of the things these eyes
have seen At the rising, at the setting of the sun we
shall forget all those who fought their way back home But I was a soldier once
Honoured dead, fallen brave, flowers on a heros grave and I was there to watch them
fall Take a drink, toast the dead, Kill the horrors in my head and chase the shadows from
my soul I was a soldier once I bury friends i loved with smack and alcohol
but when I try to sleep they still come round to call
And I was death itself to many foreign sons Their faces follow too there is nowhere to
run I watched the lights go out, I watched the
death of hope The damage done at both ends of a night vision
scope Nobody told me how my heart's supposed to
cope I'm hanging by a thread please throw me a
rope Buried love, buried heart, my mind is torn
apart I've given all I have to give
Honoured dead, fallen brave, flowers on a heros grave
Some heros breathe, some heros live, I was a soldier once
The war is over but the battle's just begun I was a soldier once
ROLAND MATTHEWS WAS 41 YEARS OLD AND ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEINGS I HAVE EVER
KNOWN. SWEET DREAMS, BROTHER