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 dear and there's reason to toast A cloudy dark images of
a Middle East land Comes down and wrecks my hopeful land. Sail away to a place
that's unknown taken away from my friends and my home to a place they call
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