Our Heroes;

The only ones who come home

Come home 

In a bag

The ones who walk through the door 

Yes

Apart of them comes home 

But more of them 

Stays behind 

The fallen

Have peace 

The ones who come home

They don't get to rest 

Not in the noise and not in the silence 

They still look for their missing pieces 

In the daylight, between the rush 

In the dark, fighting against the monsters in their head 

The never ending versions 

What ifs 

Why not me

And make it STOP! 

Not all heroes have missing limbs

Not all heroes have been laid to rest 

Most of our heroes 

They live among us, they look like us 

But only a part of them came home.