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He Wanted To Be A Soldier
He proudly walked the fine line
Wishing that he was older
For his one and only dream was...
To become a soldier
No one ever prepared him
For the battle he would face
Or the fear pounding in his heart
That nothing could erase
Not one solitary minute
Was he ever briefed or told
About the darkness of distant skies
And how the ground was so cold
Never did he once imagine
That he would go away
And now he's there and wishing
To simply return to yesterday
But every battle will someday end
A weight lifted from his shoulder
For in April he'll be coming home
To open arms for our sweet soldier
~THE FLOWING PEN~
3-08-04
Wishing that he was older
For his one and only dream was...
To become a soldier
No one ever prepared him
For the battle he would face
Or the fear pounding in his heart
That nothing could erase
Not one solitary minute
Was he ever briefed or told
About the darkness of distant skies
And how the ground was so cold
Never did he once imagine
That he would go away
And now he's there and wishing
To simply return to yesterday
But every battle will someday end
A weight lifted from his shoulder
For in April he'll be coming home
To open arms for our sweet soldier
~THE FLOWING PEN~
3-08-04
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He Wanted To Be A Soldier
He Wanted To Be A Soldier