 | he picks up his bags and kisses his family goodbye,
ain't no tellin' if he'll come back alive,
he closes his eyes, thinking of all the things he has to fear,
and as the days past by he wipes away that lonely tear,
now don't you cry now, it'll all be alright,
bombs are flying in the middle of the night,
guns are shooting and people dieing,
we stand our ground, we keep on fighting,
until the day, we come back home,
he was barely over 18 when he got the call,
first year out of high school towards the end of fall,
we were proud to be soldiers for the USA,
now you're already 10 months gone and i am here to stay,
whenever i cross your picture I hold back a tear,
and in your honor while I'm sitting here I'll tip back this beer,
I know we had the good times and the bad but time well spent,
I sit here with this bottle now dont you forget what is meant,
so we drank trying to forget about tomorrow,
and we cried, yeah we had our times of sorrow,
but we lived, taking life one day at a time,
before too long you'll be back home, with a whole new life to find. |  |
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