Michael Came Home
By Mark Spencer...
The tones of our skin
The colors of our eyes...
Every Morning We Wake In Our Warm Beds
While He Wakes Up In The Dust And Heat...
His Blood Stained The Ground
Her Tears Hit His Tags...
We are soldiers
And we march on...
Why they hate you, it's foreign to me,
I don't hate you, even in the worst calamities...
Mama tonight we die
Please no one cry...
The guns, the shooting, the fighting, the war.
A young soldier hugs his family as he waits by the...
Some didn't make it through.
Some have been through it all...
Most sheeple are brainwashed mind controlled...
seems like they are on every corner of the globe...
Gunshots flaming mortars raining i grip my rifle...
You fight for our country but, i hate seeing you...
I want you to know i love you soo...