I’m packing my bags, and I’m heading on home, to a place where love and forgiveness awaits.
Maybe I’m a prodigal, maybe I’m a hero, but either way, I’m heading on home.
I shouldn’t have run, but I don’t regret doing so, not even for a moment.
Yes, I saw things that no man should experience, and lived when I should have died,
but God saw me through it.
They pinned medals against my chest, and told me “Son, go on home.”
So, I’m packing my bags, and heading on home to my wife and children a humble man who lost his sight but whose soul has taken flight.