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Wounded Soldier

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WOUNDED SOLDIER

I’ve seen and heard the war overseas
I cry out to God on bended knees
For prayers I sent to the man upstairs
Cause in my heart I know He cares.
The bombs and guns shooting day and night
They are sleepless cause of the blinding light.
I can’t imagine how they go on each day
Or even going without peace of mind I’d say
The endless work to keep us free
Send more love their way, you and me.

The meaning of freedom is a high price to pay
There have been so many dying each day after day
Though we may not know what they go through
Or their life left behind all that they knew
Even when their fighting for we need
And the drive is so hard befitting the deed
The truth of the matter still lies in the injured
In the eyes of a wounded soldier.

The balance of life and death between
The good times of family it is unseen
Their loyalty for each other is the best they can give
And hoping by day’s end that they all still live.
It is not a sin to expect the worst at every breath
They constantly live with the awful sight of death
They breathe the gun powder and see their friends die
They know they are safe but that is just a lie
We have no idea how they’ve sacrificed
It is a gambler’s desire, he throws the dice.

The meaning of freedom is a high price to pay
There have been so many dying day after day
Though we many not know exactly what they go through
Or the life they left behind, all that they knew
Even when their fighting for what we need
And the drive is so hard befitting the deed
But the truth of the matter still lies in the injured
In the face of a wounded soldier.

From the Revolutionary War to the gunshots of Pakistan
The comrades that have fallen now in Afganistan
In every generation we have given up our own
My guess we reap as well as what we have sown
Over and over we continue on this long road
And the feeling of their burden is a heavy load
To fight like a soldier and die named a hero
And all of the ones that died at ground zero
For all of the medals they receive even after they’re gone
And the rifle shots ring out but the flag carries on.

The meaning of freedom is a high price to pay
There have been so many dying day after day
Though we may not know exactly what they go through
Or their life left behind all that they knew
Even when their fighting for what we need
And the drive is so hard befitting the deed
The truth of the matter still lies in the injured
In the words of a wounded soldier.

August 21, 2010
TK HASH

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Excellent

thank you for sharing.

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