WELCOME HOME

 
                THRU THE AIRPORT GATE I CAME
                WHEN THE SPITTLE HIT MY FACE
                WHAT HAPPENED I’M NOT PROUD OF
                MY REACTION I’D LIKE TO ERASE

                IN A MOMENT IT WAS OVER
                MY ATTACKER WAS ON THE GROUND
                ASTRADDLE HIS CHEST I WAS
                AS HIS FACE I BEGAN TO POUND

                SOMEONE ROUGHLY PULLED ME OFF
                BEFORE I KILLED MY FRIGHTENED FOE
                THE POLICE ARRIVED, SHACKLED ME
                AS I PLEADED, “PLEASE, LET ME GO”

                BUT IT’S NOT MY FAULT I BEGGED
                I’M DOING AS I WAS TAUGHT
                I JUST GOT HOME FROM VIET NAM
                SEEING MY FAMILY IS ALL I SOUGHT

                WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?
                I JUST WANTED TO BE LEFT ALONE
                NOW I’M ARRESTED, HANDCUFFED
                AND FOR THIS I NOW MUST ATONE

                MY WELCOME HOME WAS A JOKE
                I SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN NAM
                MY COMING HOME MORE ACCEPTED
                IF I HAD BEEN KILLED BY A BOMB!