Make a Stand

Make A Stand....

The smell of smoke and saran gas.
My lungs are shredded, will this night pass?
I hear the faceless screams, God how they haunt my dreams.
Covered with mud, the earth fills my pores.
No water for days, damn this war!

Afraid to raise my head, by a snipers bullet I'll be dead.
I hold on to my faith and dream of my wife,
for what cause do they ask me to lay down my life?
They say it's for freedom so that others might live.
Death closes in on me, how much more must I give?

Ashamed of this cowardly thought,
to curl up tight and not move from this spot.
They tell me I must move forward now,
but my feet are frozen, the shells do loud.

Grief stricken and timid, my ears they ring.
Sorrow over takes me when I hear someone sing.
He sings of his family on the other side of the world,
of the stars and stripes the flag is unfurled.

I climb out of my hole desperate to make a stand.
When all at once I feel a strong hand.
Uncertain what I'm seeing, the light is so bright.
I don't remember ever such a beautiful sight.
Something has happened I'll never go home.
I feel so free, yet hesitant to roam.

The war is over for me now, this is the end.
For the ones I have left behind, their war just begins.
For my son who never will know his Dad,
grieve not for me but for him be sad.

When you think of us, hold your head high.

It's for your freedom for wince we died.