THIER FEAR YOUR FREEDOM
I've sent boys into battle, brought men back from war,Watched kids turn into soldiers, boyhood out the door.
Many called them killers, I call them heroes one and all,
I watched a scared young face, take a bullet and fall.
Few of us can imagine, what war is all about,
Many running through the bush, hearing the enemy shout.
Thier war may be holy, But what the hell am I doing here,
As you sit back in your easy chair, nothing to fear.
I hope your life goes easy, you have it really well,
You have these boys to thank, thier living hell.
Next time you see a soldier, no sneer turn his way,
For many of his brothers, are not here today.
Mothers lost thier sons, children lost a dad,
Young women without a husband, can't you fell the sad?
Next time you see a soldier, walking tall and proud,
Understand his brothers losses, and cry outloud.
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