A Soldier's Story
The gun is placed upon the rack,
The uniform away.
But still there is a loneliness,
That clings upon this day.
Her husband, a medal he has won,
To show the things that he has done.
He gave his life with loyalty,
To prove he believed in democracy.
The day her son becomes a man,
He'll take that gun with a steady hand,
He'll wear the uniform with pride,
And say for my country, I'll fight and die.
There'll be more wars,
There'll be more fights,
Until this country,
Is set right!
The uniform away.
But still there is a loneliness,
That clings upon this day.
Her husband, a medal he has won,
To show the things that he has done.
He gave his life with loyalty,
To prove he believed in democracy.
The day her son becomes a man,
He'll take that gun with a steady hand,
He'll wear the uniform with pride,
And say for my country, I'll fight and die.
There'll be more wars,
There'll be more fights,
Until this country,
Is set right!
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