There are brave men fighting
Down in Iraq,
Bearing there souls, and they might not come back.
They carry the question in their mind:
If I live today what will I find?
Walking the paths in a foreign land they are a constant target,
As rocks are thrown and bombs explode they will never forget.
These are our own men, we call them soldiers
They are the ones who bare arms
Keep us safe from harm, and keep us free.
We are blessed to have them to protect our country.
What we don’t understand is how they must feel
When they see people dieing it’s a life changing ordeal.
There are so many people daughters, sons, sisters, brothers,
All who have lost their lives to senseless acts of others.
Since our soldiers brought down Sadaam Hussein,
There are people who cannot cope and the United States is the one they blame.
We are here to try and change what used to be,
Help Iraq on its way to democracy.
With our presence in their land,
We have brought the country to its knees.
There are some people willing to help us fight,
And others are saying “help us please”
This is the event that we will all call war
How long will it take to make our mark?
We are trying hard as our bombs and missiles soar.
As Americans for the people of Iraq we are the only hope.
They have nobody else strong enough, we are there tool.
They need to be pulled to safety we are their rope.
Monday, January 15, 2007
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