Who gives thought to the soldiers,
The weapons of the war,
They may well end up dying,
Yet may not know what for.
In service to their country,
They're sent to foreign lands,
They do not have the right of choice,
It's taken out their hands.
Who gives thought to the families,
The wives, the daughters, sons,
Whose lives will never be the same,
Without beloved ones.
Who helps to ease their heartbreak,
Gives comfort when they cry,
Who takes the time to tell them,
Why daddy had to die.
Who gives thought to the soldiers,
To those who do come home,
To what they've seen and been through,
Wherever they did roam.
To how they've lost their comrades,
Have seen their close friends fall,
We should all know for certain,
They're heroes, one and all.
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[ bericht aangepast op 5 juni 2011 - 9:55 ]
Not all those who wander are lost.
