Kandahar

Broken bodies and broken minds

Thoughts of those we've left behind

Our big grey bird is very nearly full

Finally time to sanitise

The pain in our hearts and the scars in our eyes

Picked up from hell, Helmand to Kabul

I can't give us back the time you've spent alone

I can't redress the hurt in your voice every time we spoke on the phone

Or ease your pain as you tried to describe how much the kids have grown

Kandahar I'm going home

I squint through dust as take off nears

The chilling breeze carries muted cheers

In a funny way it's hard to say goodbye

No more armoured Uber

No more night patrols

The lights turn red as we rumble towards the sky

I can't give us back the time you've spent alone

I can't redress the hurt in your voice every time we spoke on the phone

Or ease your pain as you tried to describe how much the kids have grown

Kandahar I'm going home

So glad to leave the chaos and the hate that's shown

So glad to leave the poppy fields that they have sown

So glad to leave them all In peace on there freaking own

Kandahar I'm going home

I can't get back the time you've spent alone

I can't redress the hurt in your voice every time we spoke on the phone

Glad to Leave the poppy fields and pain that's sown

Kandahar I'm going home