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A Soldier's Story

To the sounds of cries I awake
Another lost that we didn't create
Down on my knees I start each day
I pray for my enemies that they shall show me grace
Quiet mornings and distants walks
If only there was a phone to call home and talk
Sandy beaches without the hype
Going on patrol through the checkpoint sites
Sandstorms and flying debris
They want to kill me for US Army printed on my sleeves
I am a wife, sister, and daughter
Why my life you choose to slaughter
Now as the sun goes down and the moon begins to peep
Now I Lay my head down to sleep
I pray to the lord my soul to keep

Written by Eyes


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