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The address says Alberta,
The name says Susan,
I open it up,
It’s my mom.

These letters keep me going,
I grab my gun again,
A tear in my eye,
I feel no pain.

I am focused,
Eyes on the prize,
Guns are firing,
Don’t matter the size.

Guns do seize,
The war is over,
I head home,
I can smell clover.

I learned a lot,
Bout life and love,
I was protected,
By God above.