To walk a mile in my shoes, sure would be a feat.

To wring a man right by his neck, then go home to eat.

To smile in the face of evil and beat the enemies.

To walk a mile in my shoes, would ware the toughest soles.

To bury your friends six feet deep, seems nearly impossible.

To grow a kinship with the men who watched you shed tears,

Sure would strike the toughest heart with uptmost fear.

The scariest of all, would be the coming home.

To walk a mile in my shoes, sure does seem like something.

The solem looks come from every angle, but I thank God every day

That I walk with my fighting angels.

To walk the miles in my shoes, through storm and war and hurt

Sure does seem tough, but the coming home was worse.