Brothers In Arms Poem by Tasha Young

Predictions of the end of the world continues
The more paranoid we begin
Questions arise with what ifs
The world is still in war fighting others crossfire
Praying they'll be able to come home and sleep at night
Seeing their children and wife's
Seeing kids over there with no toys make a new mission a new fight
Asking those back home to send them stuff over
Brighten up things in those children's lives
Smiles brighten their faces up
Thank yous in a common language of thank you hugs
Explosions waken the night fall soldiers
On full alert without much sleep
A brotherhood so strong a bloodline of true Americans
Who are nationally proud and tough
The family's back home have it tough enough time
Wondering, waiting for their loved ones to come home and stay
Stay where they belong surrounded by family
Blood of the red, white, and blue
No more bombs
Blood no longer shead of innocent by standers blown up
Seeing children along dangerous streets alone
All of are men and women finally
The time has come no more wishing just please come home