My words are for a chosen few,
Who wish to kill ole 'red, white and blue'.
You say, "Let's all sit idly by,
And let 'Old Glory' cease to fly.
Lay down your arms, end the fight,
Take God away from all that's right.
Forgive our enemies, turn the cheek,
Redeem our souls for those to seek.
The very heart of who we are,
Give it up, it's not worth this war."
You say, "We've lost too many men."
The loss for you is not worth the end.
How can you look upon your child,
As fear replaces innocent smiles?
Her days of youth are full of woe,
You gave her soul to Godless foes.
I fight for you, each night I pray,
For strength to face another day.
With my Brothers, here in the sand,
We give our all for love of man.
"Unfurl Old Glory, raise her high,
Red, white and blue, with eagles fly.
In God we trust, let voices sing,
God bless us all, Let Freedom Ring."
Now if my words fall on leaden ears,
Don't cry for me, don't waste your tears.
As "TAPS" is played, that lonesome sound,
When I am placed in Hallowed ground.
I join my Brothers, our Country's best,
Who died for you, and now they're blessed.
They're standing tall at Heaven's Door,
"Welcome home, we won the war."
One last look down upon your face,
Love prevails, where once shone hate.
A gentle smile from our dear Lord,
"No longer lost, they heard your words." |
