Your days
are hard and long
and you know
in your heart - Iraq
is not where you belong
I'm sure
the stars of Iraq
don't shine as bright
as - the ones in
your homeland
that you slept under each night
Your heart's will forever be heavy
from the memories of that foreign land
of your fellow soldiers
whose blood will forever stain its sand
Letters from home
gives you hope
all the I miss you - and I love you's
helps you cope
Hold your heads up high
until you touch the Lord's sky
for each and everyone of you
are ANGELS that can fly
((This is for my cousin Christopher, He is in Iraq and I miss him so much God bless him))
