Rob Tunbridge - Richard

Richard sits in the doorway, a bottle in his hand
People pass him by 'cos they don't understand
He served his country, in a foreign land
In his head he's still there, hiding in the sand

Richard drinks to forget his pain
To block the memories from his brain
The things he saw, the cries he heard
Wonders what he was fighting for
Dismembered babies from the bombs that fell
Richard says that he lived through hell
No-one cares, now he's back home
And Richard sits in the doorway, all alone

Richard goes unnoticed, no-one gives a damn
About the way he's feeling or the horrors in his mind
They gave him guns and bullets, told him to make a stand
Richard came back from conflict a very different man

Written by:
Rob Tunbridge

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