Hymn Of The Soldiers |  | It is raining bullets in Iraq,
snipers firing from dark places,
bombs hidden in doorways,
hidden in the tailpipes of cars.
We are burning up in the heat;
yet shivering in the day and night
from our deepest anguish.
We know the importance
of keeping this land free
from tyranny, keeping
our homeland free and safe.
We weep...so deep within
our hearts and our souls
for our comrades who have fallen...
the hunted by the hunters.
But, when it is raining bullets,
when bombs have fragmented
our peace and our dreams of growth
for this land of new birth,
we are burned up with the desire
to see the tranquil shores of home,
the beloved faces of those we love.
We know the reality of sacrifice;
for we give freedom meaning
with our lives...even with
our fears. We offer up the brave, young
and the steadiness of the bold
for the banner of a free flag waving
over "the purple mountain's majesty."
And, we serve our Nation with pride. | Sharon Flynn
Copyright 2003 |
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