Sometimes the wounds aren’t visible,
One nation under God indivisible.
Stood my ground in the sand 
For my country, for my own homeland.
Don’t count me out; I’m not invisible.  
Sometimes the wounds aren’t visible.
I’m still making it day by day, 
Never thinking my head would turn out this way. 
Memories of war and death,
Burning bodies and burning flesh, 
Iraq’s war crimes unforgivable, 
Sometimes the wounds aren’t visible.
I’m not a freak; I’m not a show.
I’m taking life easy now, taking it slow.
Triggers come and triggers go. 
I’m a combat veteran with an afterglow,
An Army of one, not just as an individual.
Sometimes the wounds aren’t visible.