PTSD - Cro-mags

Between wars I find no peace

My memories, they still haunt me

Can’t sleep at night, I feel rage and guilt

My conscience, it eats me for the blood I’ve spilled

I have seen violence that I can’t forget

I have done things that I regret

I see and I realize the cause

But that don’t rid me of my guilt or remorse

There is no way that I can express

These feelings of self-hate and regret

I know I can’t undo the things that I’ve done

But at least now I know that I have a conscience