Dust Off

Dust Off

I woke today with sand in my eye
Wondering if this was the day I'd die
Today I'll be out on the line
Tomarrow, my boy turns nine
It's always too damn hot
Yesterday my buddy got shot
On my first kill I got sick
Now, when I see them it's over quick
When first we came, they cheered for us
Four years now, they want to kill us
I want to get home before my turn
History repeats itself, we never learn