Don't blame me, if I can't love the way that I use to.
Don't blame me, if I sleep with my eyes wide-open as if watching you.
Don't blame me, if I only wanted to serve my country (I thought it was the PATRIOTIC thing to do).
Don't blame me, if I'm paranoid as HELL.
You know that they tortured me, in that 4 by 5 cell.
Do be patient with me and constantly remind me that I'M FREE!
Do shower me with tons of empathy.
Do be thankful, that I wasn't another fatality (of this God-forsaken war).
Do stop me, if I go off the deep-end and head straight for the door.
Please remember that I'm still your BABY.
Although, I'm now a full-fledged soldier, once a P.O.W.; I'm still a LADY.
I STILL LOVE YOU---just can't show it.
The nightmares that I still endure, are constant reminders that my life was once at the mercy of Saddam Hussein, his BRAINWASHED Iraqi Regime and those SURREAL Weapons of Mass Destruction. You should know, exactly, what I mean!