Upon the nightly news
the images of war
implant impressions
of an innocent generation
brought into this
by the tragedies of death
i raised my right hand
to defend this land.
from enemies,
both foreign and domestic
now i hold an M16
and breathe so shallow
this is what i choose
its taken me this far
rebuffing their transgressions
to protect the next generation
so they may find bliss
this is my final breath
i will take in the sand
from the horrors i've seen firsthand
by our enemies
both foreign and domestic
nothing i could've foreseen
and i feel so hallow
on the inside
but this is war
this is my job
i've chosen to do
to be the silent guardian
standing watch
when will Washington decide
this has gone to far
and we've been robbed
and peace is long-overdue
but we are the silent guardians
forever standing watch
we will fight the wars
and defend this nation
forever and always
but without war
were would be
the American soldier
Jan 21, 2010
Jan 21, 2010 at 7:27 PM UTC
Upon the nightly news
the images of war
implant impressions
of an innocent generation
brought into this
by the tragedies of death
i raised my right hand
to defend this land.
from enemies,
both foreign and domestic
now i hold an M16
and breathe so shallow
this is what i choose
its taken me this far
rebuffing their transgressions
to protect the next generation
so they may find bliss
this is my final breath
i will take in the sand
from the horrors i've seen firsthand
by our enemies
both foreign and domestic
nothing i could've foreseen
and i feel so hallow
on the inside
but this is war
this is my job
i've chosen to do
to be the silent guardian
standing watch
when will Washington decide
this has gone to far
and we've been robbed
and peace is long-overdue
but we are the silent guardians
forever standing watch
we will fight the wars
and defend this nation
forever and always
but without war
were would be
the American soldier
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