Wishing and waiting
for those men to come home,
watching and praying
for those souls who roam.
A young man goes
across a barren sea,
fighting for our voices
just for us to be free.
Too often we hold
our soldier's frame in cedar,
dying for our country
love too strong to leave her.
Though they didn't know me
I am because they were,
they raised the Stars and Stripes
and watched in wind unfurl.
As the day ends
a bugle marks sun's fall,
I silently say a prayer
for the soldiers' solemn call.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
Wishing and waiting
for those men to come home,
watching and praying
for those souls who roam.
A young man goes
across a barren sea,
fighting for our voices
just for us to be free.
Too often we hold
our soldier's frame in cedar,
dying for our country
love too strong to leave her.
Though they didn't know me
I am because they were,
they raised the Stars and Stripes
and watched in wind unfurl.
As the day ends
a bugle marks sun's fall,
I silently say a prayer
for the soldiers' solemn call.
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