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Watch over me tonight Oh Lord
As I
lay down to rest
And if I die before the dawn
Please know I did
my best
And if tomorrow I should be
The one that takes the
call
Please tell my loved ones there at home
Their soldier gave
it all
Tell them please, if I should fall
That I stood tall
for them
And that I held them every night
In prayer and thought
and dream
If my eyes grow heavy Lord
From sleepless night and
day
Then loan me yours so I can be
The watchman on the way
If my courage starts to wane
Please be my strength to stand
And when I need to lock and load
Give me a steady hand
Send
angels please to hug my kids
And hold my dear wifes heart
And let
them know I'm loving them
Each day that we're apart
I'll be
the sentry at the post
I'll be the point man too
I'll guard the
soldiers in my charge
And do all that I must do
I'll give the
last of who I am
To stand again and fight
To win this war of
devils hate
I'm walking in tonight
I'll give my all to wear
the flag
Until the morning light
But I'm weary of the sound of
war,
That walks my dreams at night
Don't let me falter in my
step
Nor faint when evil comes
Let me instead stand up and shout
With God, my victories won!
And if I'm lucky I'll go home
I'll hold my family dear
I thank you Lord for giving me
Your
promise to be near
Forgive me Lord, if in my prayers
I fail
to give you thanks
For shelter from the rifles bark
And thunder
of the tanks
As I lay down in weary sleep
Watch over me
tonight
And care for those who wait for me
And Bless them Lord
tonight
If I should die before the morn
Lord comfort those
I've left
Please tell them that I've moved beyond
The fear of
Hell and death
Tell those I love that stayed behind
When I
heard my country call
Because of Love for them and Flag
Their
soldier gave it all
I've heard the jeers of blinded eyes
Who
can not see the truth
And listened to the curses too
Of ignorance
and youth
I've anguished in the oath I took
Of fighting for
their right
To burn the flag I'm fighting for
In drunken streets
at night
So... one more thing, if it's alright
And not to much
to ask
When I get home, I want to meet
Those p----- and kick
their a--
Sorry �bout the cussin' Lord, but it p----- me off
Amen | By Robert VanDerslice
Copyright 2004
Listed October 22, 2012 |
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