Verse 1:
Back on home soil, the warzone’s behind,
But the battlefield shifts to the one in my mind.
Civvy streets feel like foreign land,
Marching to beats I don’t quite understand.
The uniform’s gone, but the fight’s not done,
Invisible battles, no place to run.
Daily routines, a challenging quest,
In the struggle for normal, I seek my rest.
Chorus:
Daily mission, on civilian ground,
Searching for peace where it can be found.
Adapting to life with a new set of rules,
Every small victory, the fuel I use.
Verse 2:
Small talk feels like a foreign tongue,
Missing the clarity of commands once sung.
The laughter around me doesn’t touch the void,
Between camaraderie lost and this new void.
Nights too silent, days too bright,
My senses on guard, ready to fight.
The world moves on, I try to keep pace,
Finding my footing in this new race.
Chorus:
Daily mission, on civilian ground,
Searching for peace where it can be found.
Adapting to life with a new set of rules,
Every small victory, the fuel I use.
Bridge:
How do I explain the paths I’ve roamed?
The weight of a legacy, in twilight zoned.
Walking through life with eyes wide open,
Seeing shades of survival, tokens unspoken.
Verse 3:
Each morning’s a battle, each night a chance,
To build from the past, my circumstance.
Clarity comes in moments small,
A smile, a hand, a standing tall.
Outro:
This daily mission, quietly fought,
In battles of peace, lessons taught.
Together we march, though paths vary,
In the quest of life, my burden I carry.