War For The Roses

My husband's a soldier, though he'd rather write songs
It's a pity the battlefield's where he belongs
He questions his God why he was picked for this part
For the price he must pay is a piece of his heart
.......the price he must pay is a piece of his heart

He comes back home to me so weary he's wild
And often too tired to hold his own child
His burden is knowing he'll be called out again
And it's never a question of if, only when
.......never a question of if, only when

(Chorus #1):
And the gift of his music he's tried so to share
Is bestowed on a world that can't seem to care
Oh, I see well enough how it makes his soul bleed
Still they're happy to pay for all the bullets he needs
.......happy to pay for all the bullets he needs

On the mornings he's home he sits alone in his room
Stares out his window and imagines his doom
I've thought to plant flowers if they'd comfort him some
But who knows when the moment he'd see them would come
.......who knows when the moment he'd see them would come

I pray for his safety as he's loading his gun
And think of him always when he's out on the run
And wonder myself why it's such a big fight
Protecting our people and all of their rights
.......protecting our people and all of their rights

(Chorus #1):

He says I'm the singer that he's heard in his dreams
To express all those feelings but he asks what it means
If nobody listens should he give up all hope
And I'm right down there with him at the end of his rope
.......right down there with him at the end of his rope

I know how he's feeling and it brings us both tears
But if he does what they want I'm alone with my fears
I tell him there's no good enough reason why
I can see his soul starvin' but I won't watch it die
.......see his soul starvin' but I won't watch it die

(Chorus #2):
So another day dawns with another farewell
As he rides off to war with his demons from hell
And I ask all the world are there any who'll take
All the roses that spring up and bloom in his wake
.......roses that spring up and bloom in his wake
.......roses that spring up and bloom in his wake

 

(c)1999 Patricia Ford and Phil Cohen