War, by stacy christiansen Subscribe to rss feed for stacy christiansen

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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