[Verse 1]
Raised where the county road cuts through the wheat,
Flag on the porch and dust on my boots.
I signed my name with a steady hand,
Took an oath to serve this land.
Duty, honor, courage—words I still keep,
Even when the nights won’t let me sleep.
I carried my brothers through heat and sand,
And came home changed to a changed homeland.
[Pre-Chorus]
I ask why, why, when the answers don’t come,
Why the ones who made it home still feel numb.
Anger in my jaw, grief in my chest,
Trying to lay the old weight to rest.
[Chorus]
Chin up, chest out, though the heart feels torn,
Freedom’s not free, and the truth gets worn.
I gave what I had; I still bear the cost,
For the choices of leaders, for the lives we lost.
When the dark says quit, call somebody tonight,
Stay here, soldier—let them stand by your side.
I’m never the same, but I’m still standing tall;
Ask me if I’d serve again—I’d do it all.
[Verse 2]
Some nights a door slam takes me back there,
I count every breath, feel the room, find a chair.
The anger says blame, the silence says hide,
But I’ve learned there’s no shame in asking for a guide.
I won’t dress up the reasons or make grief a song,
Or turn a people into blame for what went wrong.
I question the orders, the cost, and the lies,
And hold every human life sacred in my eyes.
[Pre-Chorus]
I ask why, why, and I may never know,
But I don’t have to carry it all alone.
If your mind says you’re done, tell someone the truth;
There’s help in the room, there’s a hand reaching through.
[Chorus]
Chin up, chest out, though the heart feels torn,
Freedom’s not free, and the truth gets worn.
I gave what I had; I still bear the cost,
For the choices of leaders, for the lives we lost.
When the dark says quit, call somebody tonight,
Stay here, soldier—let them stand by your side.
I’m never the same, but I’m still standing tall;
Ask me if I’d serve again—I’d do it all.
[Bridge]
If you’re listening alone with a locked-up door,
Call a friend, a counselor, the crisis line—reach for more.
In the U.S., call or text 988,
You deserve a tomorrow; don’t face it alone.
A uniform can’t tell what a person has borne,
And asking for help is a brave way forward.
[Final Chorus]
Chin up, chest out, though the heart feels torn,
Freedom means caring for the ones who come home.
I gave what I had; I still bear the cost,
I remember the living, I grieve for the lost.
When the dark says quit, call somebody tonight,
Stay here, soldier—let them stand by your side.
I’m never the same, but I’m still standing tall;
Ask me if I’d serve again—I’d do it all.
[Outro]
I’d do it all again—
For the ones beside me, not for a lie.
Chin up, chest out.
Stay alive.