I can see the pictures of me and ask 

"do I look so different than anyone else?" 

I can hear them marching near and feel 

the steady pounding of a heart. 

With every step this open door -- 

a mission for a love lost long ago. 

I welcome its return.

Years gone by, no time to cry a prayer for me

as I watch my bridges burn.

I was like you, I never knew 

how I could be a victim of our red, white, and blue.

I work the day, I earn my pay,

I want to find a way back to my baby blue. 

I still can see pictures of me and ask 

"do I look so different than anyone else?"