our soldiers fight everyday
for something we cant see
but will always say
'freedom, freedom'
will never be free
you have to fight
and stand up for what you believe
as much as i want our troops home
and to be safe
i salute them for defending us, our unworthy people, and our ridiculas ways
no matter what the reason soldier
whether to help, protect, or get away
thank you for what you do
when the world forgets you
just know that someone, somewhere is thinking of you
amazing grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me...
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