Thank you fighting Irish
          For standing by my side
           If even for a moment
        I'm glad we share this Pride

       We came amazing distance
      from oppression at our throats
       They cut us way down deep
       and we wear the fighting coat

       It's tattooed on your skin
          Almost everywhere
           No one ever doubts
    The connection that we share

    So I'm sending Irish blessing
      to help you on your way
     I know that you don't need it
      but I hear the bagpipes say

    Our hands were made for fighting
        Defending Irish wings
          Saint Christopher
        stands firm with you
          Until the final ring

      You are a Boondock Saint
           bringing laughter
          with your mirth
     Defending here with us
   Fighting hell upon this Earth

     Eventually a rest will come
       with our Fighting Irish kin
         when you lay down
           all your burdens
               let go
          of Earthly sins
           a battle
             you will
                win
                 when
                   you are
                   .....finally
                         free
                            again.

Much Love to you my Irish Brothers XO

Cherie Nolan © 2016