MY SEASON WAS LAST, BUT NOW IT'S FIRST
YOU CAN'T KILL MY LOVE
EYES OF HER PAIN
GREAT IS HE
BRING LOVE BACK TO GET ALONG
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GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS HOME AGAIN
As time draws near i've prayed to God
to return our troops home to us again
bring them back to there wives and
children and other family thats kin.
Let them get rest and some time with
there families for a while before
uncle sam comes calling on them to
go back out again.
Give them time to help there hearts
to mend and heal,for they are still
remembering there conrads who once
stood at there side who were killed.
Not only that...uncle sam,we miss our
sons,boy-friends,husbands,brothers
and aunts and sisters and grand pas
and daddys for real.
why don't you take the prisoners who
got life in prison to the front line
since they got practice on how to
kill.
Then we will be able to keep our troops
when they come home this time from
such a great idea to stop the killing
in our cities we live.
God bless our troops home soon!
By Anita Winston
1/9/11
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