Dear Uncle Sam

Hey Uncle Sam, what will I do or say for my country?

People don’t understand my loyalty, my beliefs of right and wrong, because

I’m broken now! Knowing what I know, feeling what I feel, my ability to cope

and co-exist is gone. Whatever normal is I’m looking for it! I want it bad, just

a little taste.

During war every moment is about survival not wanting to walk into the light.

Guess what, Uncle Sam? All these years later, there’s days I’ve prayed for

that light. When I really just want to sit in the sun, not worry about my

demons, pain, trauma.

My blessings are running out, my blessings are running out, my blessings are

running out.

Hey, Uncle Sam! My blessings are running out.

I’m not ready to walk into the light, a positive life is just up the street on the

right.

Hey Uncle Sam, do you give a damn?