War, by stacy christiansen
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gun in hand
ready to fight
this is gonna be
a perilious flight
marching all day
awake all night
this war is not
a pretty sight
sand in your boots
sun in your face
looking left to right
this is not a pretty place
knowing your gonna die
hoping you might live
and your life is
what you wnat to give
loving your country
and everything in it
keep your friends close
and your enimies closer |
Posted: 2012-03-23 05:28:11 UTC |
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