Marching into Battle With the Heart of A Warrior

I stand on the frontlines as I come to embrace 
the blood and tears that I've swept off my face 
I stand in a foxhole, this is my den
while bullets pierce the air, I'm safe within
safe within this nest I call my home
with my M16 rifle and a bag full of bones

These are the bones of the dead I've lost
they fought for this country but paid the cost
They say we live in a land of the free
we are given such great opportunity
to lay down our own lives for a nation
just as Christ did when He offered salvation

I'm watching the rpg's and the bloodstained artilleries
fire burning in the midnight hour, my heart sickened and sour
My eyes gaze at the affliction, facing hazardous conditions
this land I fight so hard to protect 
I rise with a nation that has wept
Wept many tears with a God that has blessed
aiding these soldiers to fight to there death 

In the end I hope it's us that prevail
through the bloodstains many will fail
the bullets piercing a flag that I hail
i hear the wounded crying and ailed
This is the land that I love
i've watched my men spill there blood