It's a mighty empty road
that we travel on.
When everywhere we look
all our hope is gone.
Standing by the window
staring into space.
Unaware of all the pain
showing on his face.
He once was in his youth
but that was long ago.
And he served his country well
but they don't even know.
Nor even seem to care
how he now hurts inside.
As he struggles with the tears
that he has never cried.
It's a mighty empty road
that should never be.
For one who gave himself
that others might be free.
Another soldier crumbling
underneath the load.
Of traveling all alone
down an empty road!
