Red buses line the street
as far as the eye can see...
We are sent to fight on a distant shore.
Most of us have never even been there before...
Celebrate this endless love
Throw confetti in the air...
For every American tear
that has braught out our biggest fear...
For everything they say...
we must still fight and defend...
Just in about a few weeks,
You'll be going far away...
I thanked God I got a wonderful mother,
One who sacrificed so much for my sake...
Our soldiers die on foreign land
Beseeched by words of hollow truce...
After a long day his desk is now clean
bills, and proposals are all he's seen...
AS I ponder'd in silence,
Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering...
Freedom isnt free
to get freedom...
Wars not a game no more
remember how as kids Mommy...