Take me to a land where Soldiers are not needed.
Take me to a place
where land is well seeded.
With food enough to feed the hungry
and trees to offer shade,
where every heart knows the price
for freedom paid but chooses
sweet forgiveness… take me there!
YES, I will give-up all my comfort,
whenever the call will come, and wear
this Soldier's uniform until world peace
is won! But it has never been a Soldier's dream to suffer long
at war. Please,
hold the hand that's next to you, your heart
the open door.
War brews in the moments where one-to-one breaks down
– road rage, phone rage, grocery store rage, school rage,
break-ups, break-downs. Who’s left to bandage pain
when all the Soldier Medics have left town?
Take me to a village to raise a laugh
and dance right now, the golden path!
This is our birthright.
This is our hope.
For peace
we humbly bow.
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