They fight for our freedom
We know that they care...
This heart is a heart
the batting you can not hear it with your ears but...
I knew a special soldier a long time ago,
so i wrote for him this poem...
Their graves are marked with chiseled stones,
While their bodies lie under so dead and cold...
As I stand on the block and take a squat on the...
I always wonder how it would be
To be one of the brave, proud, free...
I see a woman ragged clothed
In such poverty and shame...
So many people lost their lives,
For people they didn't even know...
A soldier killed
A brother lost...
My cousin called me just the other day
To tell me he was going over seas...
Proud rows of men and women,
Gather from noble countries wide...
The men shot into the horizon,
And watched as their friends fell...