Here I sit,
Rifle in hands
Headed far away
To foreign lands
Seeing mountains high
And desert sands
Gone away to Afghanistan
Collared up
Chained to a post
Pacing about
Not all day, but most
Adventure awaits
For a good many nights,
A good many days
Till I go home
I'll stay this way
Another war wolf
Working my day
Looking forward
To when I can fly away