Craft lands in the states,
Gather his stories,
Top of the stairs he stood,
Looks down at the sacrifice.
Only has one,
The crutches will help,
Makes his way down,
See his girl, his friends,
And his waiting for him.
Gives him a group hug
With tears of joy in their eyes,
Glad to be back he says,
But, pushes them aside.
He falls to his knee,
Grab his cross and tags,
Kisses the ground,
And he whispers.
Thank you God
For bringing me home,
Giving me the strength,
The strength to fight,
Thank you...