A Series Of Sweet lyrics

                    When you came back from war I could see what was right in front of me.
                   I remember I was shaking and petrified of seeing you.
                   The kids were so happy for you to come back home.
                   I was waiting up all night to see you face.
                   And to hug and to hold you so tight.
                   And I told the kids when they asked when you were coming home that you were fighting
                    at war.
                    Your son had a look on his face that told me that you weren't coming that day.
                      I could hear the sirens outside of my gate.
                     I held the kids so tight I couldn't breath.
                    The cops and drill sergeants walked up my stoop.
                   They rang the door bell with a look.
                  I feel to the ground and held my kids.
                They took off  their hats.
                    As the little ones cried.
                    I drank your up  scotch with a look on my face.
                      And I couldn't  breath.
                      The air  suffocated me as I cried.
                        I drank your fireball and spent our kids college funds on my mediation.