Two Pencils and a Photograph

Before i left, i wasn't anyone
 a poor laborer's lonely son
 and i dreamed of women, gold and guns
 but they were only dreams
 then called a cause that needed me
 my sleight of hand and my strong belief
 for the west it reigns in a sinful beast
 that threatens everything
 but swing that hammer, it's an awful shame
 to watch a paper fall, from a stranger's hand
 where's the glory in all of that
 couple pencils and a photograph
 the day i left, my mama cried
 but i was proud to go, proud to fight
 and a blood red sun rose in the sky
 and i bent my body east
 i found my brothers in the sand
 all that artillery and promising
 and we bravely faced the task at hand
 to cut and kill the beast
 took a plane, fulfilled my place
 a crowded market and an office space
 and the heat of heaven, that metallic taste
 and i watched that paper fall
 i came to slay, i came to serve
 my weapon's weight against the written word
 and i cried out allah and he cried my lord
 heaven help us all