February 12th, 1973, the prayers of thousands were answered

The war was over and the first of the prisoners returned

Needless to say, it was the happiest day in up to thirteen years

For most, others, the real nightmare had just begun

The nightmare of readjustment and for those, we will pray



Father, bless the soldier

Who has returned home from the war

He has fought with all his might

Yet he knew not for what or who he was fighting for



Death waited in the shadows

As he crawled by night for his country

His enemies was many

Including the habit he still cannot break



Father, we pray that we might understand

What has happened to his mind

And help us understand his reaction

To the changes that has taken place here at home



And Father, smile upon us with Your grace

For we will need You more than ever

Help him understand that when his loved one remarried

They were truly under the impression that he was dead

And never would return, oh Lord, we pray



And Father, why must wars be fought?

Someone said this war ended with peace, with honor

But can there truly be? Is there such a thing?

Thousands of boys gave their life, and for what?

Do anybody know?



Oh Lord, give us the strength to understand ourselves

For we are mysterious animals, man

And as the boys march home to the witch's castle

They will all need your help



I can hear them calling, calling out for You, Father

For there is no one else that can help

Smile upon us, oh Lord, for we are very weak

Very weak, very weak, very weak