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ComingHome

Fighting for freedom a word we well know,
over the oceans a place unknown.
With the tears in our eyes, our children asking why?
MOMMY DADDY please don't go.
Reporters risking their lives to give us the daily news,
their not only fighting for me and you.
GOD bless this land of the FREE,
praying for our children over seas.
Fighting going on with guns and bombs.
Like the thunder and lightning in the skies.
Little children asking DADDY why?
Letters for our soldiers on the other side of the world.
In the words we write, our red white and blue,
united we are so proud of you.
The smell of cookies and homemade bread,
a few more pictures to hold.
Showing you love and a taste of home.
As your footprints are made in those unknown sands,
taking out the evil in a man.
Mommy's Daddy's and children of our own, giving their lives.
GOD has called them HOME.
There will be a day we will see them again,
our true and proud AMERICANS.
Hearing our children wishing upon those falling stars.
LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS.
The smoke will clear as we wipe our tears.
Echoes of that word we well know.
Our children FREE to come on home.
With the tears in our eyes, children making cries.
My MOMMY and DADDY, are coming home.
GOD BLESS THIS LAND OF THE FREE.
Praying for our children overseas.

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Our children asking why? I pray for peace to all our little ones across our world. No more tears no more fears.

GOD BLESS OUR LAND OF THE FREE

Marty Henry