Looking out to sea, clothes ripped threadbare and torn
This once proud man, now sad and forlorn
He\'s nowhere to go, he\'s nowhere to stay
Wondering around, becomes just another day
So many years ago, when he witnessed such hell
So many tales, that he could now tell
But they don\'t want to know, they say go away
We don\'t care about you, either yesterday, tomorrow or today
If only they knew, about the battles and cries
Head in hands, as another comrade dies
The war now over, and back home he came
Nobody wanting, to even know his name
Shunned by the nation, he once fought for
Oh god he ask\'s, what\'s the use of war
This man, who once stood so proud and tall
Now remembers, how all gave some and some gave all
So please now help him, to find his dignity
Give him a home in your city
Where will you find him, he\'s looking out to sea
Yes I\'m that man, that man is me