Just a young dude, comfortable home
enclosed by a white picket fence
it still sits in front of the roses
growing in the garden, pretty flowers all across it
blowin in the wind, listenin to him and mom talking
late at night about God, about life,
about wrong, about right,
about how the strongest survive the fight,
make a mark before they die
so while we lie awake at night
he’d ponder why at times he cried
at the thought of dying with no purpose
earth gets cold with such feelings
and so his search began for meaning
at the moment,
he sought to act on dreams he’d been holding
dreams of being a soldier
at war for his people
they need him, he’s holding their freedom
above his own life,
he couldn’t hold tight
and in the morning he left home a soldier
TAKE MY FATE AND THROW IT TO THE WIND
TAKE MY LIFE AND THROW IT AWAY
CUZ I’M LEAVING IN THE MORNING MAMA
AND I MIGHT NOT BE COMING HOME
CUZ I’M A SOLDIER BOY NOW MAMA
AND I MIGHT NOT BE COMING HOME
His mom knew from the second he entered the draft
he’d be gone in November and never coming back
as his path unraveled, time traveled
and he battled back through black shadows
in his fallow mind a war unkind was being fought
as he tried to find the kind of war he thought was real
a war where honor feels like the only choice
the voice of God revealing heroes
the people He destined to be remembered
legends embedded forever in our hearts
but when the first shot hit the squad sergeant
in hia heart he saw we’re all easy targets
in the darkness of the human mind
where lines are drawn dividing you and I
this life is do or die for no reason
and in the line of fire there’s no freedom
TAKE MY FATE…
Months later he’s facing mayhem, guns blazing
not even God can save him but he’s praying
He doesn’t take him
he doesn’t want to see the Savior
he wants to be the bravest
wants to be praised in the pages of history
but when the shots hit he’s ripped through the kidneys
this kid sees his life flashing before his eyes
it flies past him
before he cries out he realizes he’s dying
it’s all crashing down
he’s passing out
it’s all over
he knows he’s going home in a black bag
with a flag supposed to show his mom
he’s gone for a cause
but she’s not consoled at all
she just falls to her knees
proceeds to weep
she can’t believe he’d bleed for no reason
she needs him
but he’s ceasing to breathe
and so at that moment she ceases to be
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