far away coast

here in the trenches the fist of the beast

for fear of an atmosphere poisoned deceased

with a gas mask to keep me from breathing my death

it's american soil i hope for at best

but the duty i serve can't begin to compare

to my ancestors battles and wars through the years

though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell

i pray for my home but still sit here in hell. sail away to a place that's unknown

taken away from my friends and my home

to a place they call sacred

a place i call hell

i long for that corner i once knew so well. go to the grind it's all that i have

work on and on with nothing to show

but a graying face in this dying place

that's a lock in my solitude

i think of a place on a faraway coast

where friends are so dear and there's reason to toast

a cloudy image of a middle east land

comes down and wrecks my hopeful thoughts.