Welcome Home

Oh, Welcome Home, Welcome Home
Some came back and brought their darkness here.
And it will always be their cross to bear.
You've marched off to death's drum.
So, walk with me, brother, and carry on.
And know this...
Welcome Home.

He was awakened by the call one night.
A brother’s body was on a midnight flight.
So many times like the times before,
He followed a path to a loved one’s door.

So, he rode his Harley to the service gate,
Where there was a flag draped on a wooden crate.
And down inside laid his gallant bones,
As they passed, he said, Welcome Home!

Welcome Home, Welcome Home
You've been away just too damn long.
You've done your time, you've paid your price.
You've felt the pain, you've sacrificed.
I know you’re tired and feel alone
So, I say to you, Welcome Home.

She stood by his grave in a long black veil.
They found his remains in the dark jungle hell.
The honor guard stood stately and tall,
As they handed her a flag for her memorial wall.

She thought, how young when he went away,
But he was so proud to be leaving that day.
With folded hands she kneeled at dawn.
As they passed, she said, Welcome Home!

Welcome Home, Welcome Home,
You've been away too damn long.
You've done your time, you've paid your price.
You've felt the pain, you've sacrificed.
I know you’re tired and feel alone.
So, I say to you,
Welcome Home.

SFC Alva Brown (Retired)