I am a small and precious child, my Daddys been sent to fight The only place I will see his face, is in my dreams at night
He will be gone too many days, for my young mind to keep track. I may be sad, but I am proud, my Daddy's got your back
I am a caring mother, my son has gone to war My mind is filled with worries that I have never known before
Every day I try to keep my thoughts from turning black I may be sad, but I am proud, my son has got your back.
I am a strong and loving wife, with a husband soon to go There are times I am terrified, in ways most never know
I bite my lip and force a smile, as I watch my husband pack My heart may break but I am proud, my husband's got your back.
I am a soldier; serving proudly, standing tall. I fight for freedom, yours and mine, by answering this call.
I do my job while knowing, the thanks it sometimes lacks. Say a prayer that I come home, its me that's got your back
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1 comment:
How do they have our back fighting and killing others in a foreign land for the banksters of this world and all the traitor criminals in the District of Criminals?
If you want to have our back, then come back to your country and clean out the cess pool in DC.
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