In the mist of the morning, she lays on the grave
A bouquet of roses in soft gentle blue...
**READ:: This poem is in memory of my brother...
Battle...
Bombs! Bombs!
They are everywhere...
We fight for the red, white and blue the USA
We fight for our right to party...
Night falls through satin curtains,
and a blanket of stars stroke the sky...
It\\\'s a windy day in Saudi Arabia.
As the troops sit around dreaming of America...
I wrote a letter today knowing
I wouldn't receive a reply, not knowing who would...
Born,bred and raised
here on this island...
I signed up today
to protect my country...
His oath will never let him surrender
He will give his life, for his cause, please...
Fighting for our nation
we shall not surrender...
I have a brother
not much older...