A Scar on a Soldier's Heart
High school was done and the
Jobs were thin, in their sleepy
Little hometown
The sign said, Uncle Sam Wants You
Boots on the ground
At the time they never realized
The toll that it would take
Seeing casualties of war
And how much was at stake
Well they made it home, but in their heads
They can still hear all the sounds
Of desperate screams and gun fire
Like thunder from the clouds
Only they know all the hell they faced, defending you and me
With no regrets, they've paid the cost
To keep our country free
They've got scars that we all can see
When they're rollin' up their sleeves
But the scars that really hurt the most, nobody's ever seen
They can't talk about the pain
Cause there's no good place to start
The price of freedom
Has left its silent mark
Like a scar on a soldier's heart
Haunting thoughts of watching friends
Fall down, are etched into their minds
Now once again they're in harm's way
And their lives are on the line
Bottled up for all these years
Are the tears they've never cried
It's time we all take notice
And stand up by their side
They've got scars that we all can see
When they're rollin' up their sleeves
But the scars that really hurt the most, nobody's ever seen
They can't talk about the pain
Cause there's no good place to start
The price of freedom
Has left its silent mark
Like a scar on a soldier's heart
Yeah, the price of freedom
Has left its silent mark
Jobs were thin, in their sleepy
Little hometown
The sign said, Uncle Sam Wants You
Boots on the ground
At the time they never realized
The toll that it would take
Seeing casualties of war
And how much was at stake
Well they made it home, but in their heads
They can still hear all the sounds
Of desperate screams and gun fire
Like thunder from the clouds
Only they know all the hell they faced, defending you and me
With no regrets, they've paid the cost
To keep our country free
They've got scars that we all can see
When they're rollin' up their sleeves
But the scars that really hurt the most, nobody's ever seen
They can't talk about the pain
Cause there's no good place to start
The price of freedom
Has left its silent mark
Like a scar on a soldier's heart
Haunting thoughts of watching friends
Fall down, are etched into their minds
Now once again they're in harm's way
And their lives are on the line
Bottled up for all these years
Are the tears they've never cried
It's time we all take notice
And stand up by their side
They've got scars that we all can see
When they're rollin' up their sleeves
But the scars that really hurt the most, nobody's ever seen
They can't talk about the pain
Cause there's no good place to start
The price of freedom
Has left its silent mark
Like a scar on a soldier's heart
Yeah, the price of freedom
Has left its silent mark
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Shane Casto, James Richard Murray
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