My last day in Iraq

I crawled to the banks of the Tigris cleansed
My sins swept down stream intermingled with my blood
And bullets and shame
And I am not a better man, just a better liar
And I'm sure somewhere there's someone
Who knows the weight of those waters
Who's tasted the salt of God's tears
Someone who too has gone under and came up
Unchanged yet different, somehow new
As if cleansed, yet stained from the dirty waters.
And I am not a better man, just a better liar
And deep down with every fiber
I wish I had drowned that day