Her Guilty Hands

Mama pushed him away.

Looked at her baby,

Told him to become a man.

His mama was always his rock

Now he's just lost,

Alone in a crazy fucking world.

Doing what he's gotta do to survive.

Always looking for those warm arms

To collapse in,

That home with the lights on.

Instead stacking his body count.

Call him what you will

He's just trying to survive.

Finally, he makes his way back home

To his mama,

I woman he no longer knows.

Her baby, no longer a boy

But far from a man.

A war-torn soldier

With blood on his hands.

One look at him

His mama breaks down.

Now she's trying to wash this blood

From her guilty hands.