Sunday, 18 September 2005

Soldier
You’re headed out.
You don't have the best threads,
or the best hair style.
The again your not along for the ride,
you never pout,
you're all strong, the work on you they pile.
You work hard keeping you head.
Though some might be snide.
You can't just lie low.
Hiding curled in your beds.
We can't be in denial,
a thousand tears we've cried.
sometimes we don't want to know why,
but we all know the truth in our head.
You’re our soldiers, our pride.
Stay strong, though your troubles may be stout.
We hope, we pray.
We will not lie.
We know you'll be home someday.
We love you,
this most of all we can't deny.

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