Going out to battle,
Images of death I see.
Oh, when will this fighting end-
To go home and actually be free!
This thought is on my mind
With each moment that passes by
Am I fighting together, but living alone?
Each day I rise to anticipate my date
Will I go home or must I wait?
No more waiting!-
My fighting is done
I say to myself.
When truly it’s just begun.
So support each soldier
Remember they gave
So you could have
The comforts you crave!
They fight together, but live alone!!!