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MY NAME IS SOLDIER

My name is soldier; I do what I'm told.
My orders I always obey.
I fight for freedom; I fight for justice.
That's what my superiors say.
I'm fearless, I'm strong, I'm accurate too;
I trained with the best of the best.
I'm fierce and I'm deadly; I'm cut for war.
I walk through the night with no rest.
I shoot my brother; he comes from Iraq.
I kill him or he will kill me.

I'm good with a rifle; I'm quick with a knife.
I fight for the land of the free.
I fight in the heat; I deal with the sand
As it blows and stings on my face.
I fight through the chills as everyone dies;
I pray for amazing grace.
At night I don't sleep; I'm tired all day.
I try to forget, but I can't.
When I do fall asleep, my dreams are of death,
Of war cries and chilling war chants.

My name is Andrew; I'm twenty years old.
My mother whimpers my name
As she cries in her pillow and prays to the Lord
That I'll live to see her again.
My brothers are young; they wish I were home.
They live in fear and they dread.
Though I am soldier, I'm flesh and I'm bone,
For all they know I am dead.
My name is frightened; the soldier is gone.
My mother is all that I see.
I can't shoot another, not even one.
This is no place a child should be.
I pray to the Lord this prayer every night,
And I know that he listens and cries:
"Dear God grant me peace, and end this cold fight,
And please God, don't let me die."

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