You requested me so here I am,
Waiting instruction, gun in hand.
Nations intruding all over our land.
Water the desert, drown us in sand.
Freedom only a heartbeat away,
A war demanding all that is ours today.
I may be a child, but you don’t really care,
Call me a man, I am prepared.
I will take the bullet to save your sweet home.
I will carry that burden all on my own.
While you sleep safely at home in your bed,
I fight for your comfort, I could be dead.
We will win this fight, of that I am sure,
But war is a sickness for which there is no cure.
*Written by Aimee Wahl – Excerpt from Give Me A Moment, I’ll Give You a Life*