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The soldiers that lay down their lives in war everyday. What they hear, and what we pray.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Gun shots heard from the Horizon.
Innocents falling; there their spirits hang.
Can anyone rise up and wizen.
War is like a poison that can’t be cured,
It plagues that world and life.
All of man gets lured.
Just to meet the knife.
We pray for their lives,
But some may never return.
They leave behind families and widowed wives,
Yet the flame in their spirit will always burn.
Please God protect our fathers and Sons,
They are to précis to die.
As they fight with guns,
Stay close by.
Make a room for them,
Let them feel safe and secure.
Treat them like a priceless gem,
And keep them pure.