A stranger, I became.

A stranger, I became.

He was corrupted by the Army, almost 15 years, twisted his minds and his needs.

Once he needed home, once he needed his family.

And now he need new cities, new faces and

the strong whiskey.

Somewhere in time,

war killed his kindness.

The new cities made him seek unknow places and ancient buildings.

And now pretty faces of kind women made him forget,

he was Michigan born.

He returned home and he learned.

Once he was a part of many people lives and

now he is a stranger,

with a new voice and different eyes.

He told the night.

The scars of living,

the scars of war made me a homeless man.