They Call Him a Hero

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Honoring our Nation's Heroes on Memorial Day. A day of remembrance of those that risked their bodies, their minds and their very lives, to protect this Nation and it's people.

We celebrate the memory of those that are no longer with us. Our thoughts and prayers for all those that made these sacrifices and spilled their blood on the battlefield or in the line of duty, defending our Country, and protecting the rights of it's citizens. And we give thanks to those currently serving and the Veteran's that have returned. May they receive the care they need to heal their bodies, and their minds.

Thank you for your service.
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Original Lyrics by J.Lynn aka VampyrWytch. Image: A.I. generated, edited by J.Lynn. Music and Vocals by Suno A.I. rock, Hard Rock, Metal, emotional, male vocals, Memorial Day, Veterans

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Original Lyrics by J.Lynn

He stepped off that plane, the crowd cheered loud,
But all he felt was silence wrapped in a shroud.
Where laughter once rang, now shadows loom wide,
A hero they called him, but inside he just hides.

With medals on his chest and ghosts in his mind,
The battle's not over; it’s just redefined.
In the mirror's reflection, he can barely recognize,
The boy who fought bravely now struggles to survive.

Pieces of a soldier scattered on the ground,
Lost legs and heavy hearts where hope used to be found.
They call him a hero but don’t see what it costs,
Every step feels like falling when you’re mourning your lost.

Once proud and unbroken with dreams in his hands,
Now tangled in memories like footprints in sands.
His brothers lie sleeping beneath foreign skies,
While he carries their burden with tears in his eyes.

Behind office walls are men who never stood tall;
Ordering young lives while they’re safe from it all.
Who knows what it’s like to hold death as a friend?
Or fight for survival when the darkness descends?

Pieces of a soldier scattered on the ground,
Lost legs and heavy hearts where hope used to be found.
They call him a hero but don’t see what it costs,
Every step feels like falling when you’re mourning your lost.

And every night whispers "You’re not enough,"
While shadows remind him that life can be tough.
He battles with demons that no one can see—
A war without borders that's raging within me.

Pieces of a soldier scattered on the ground,
Lost legs and heavy hearts where hope used to be found.
They call him a hero but don’t see what it costs,
Every step feels like falling when you’re mourning your lost.

Let's acknowledge the fallen who answered the call—
To those left behind while they gave their all.
May we stand up together for every broken heart—
And help piece together these lives torn apart.