Lift my soul, I flew through time Feeling helpless, I drank my wine I watched for danger in this land Men called help, I gave my hand Death called so many times Keep my thoughts, drank my wine I kept in line, I turned about All hell broke lose, I turned and shout What can I give, I ask my Lord Still trembling, my heart still scared I see red rivers, near you know Men need help, we must go Locked and loaded, our guns are ready My mind thinking back, My hand so steady Sighting these targets, we tried our best Training and Valor, stood the test I felt the wave, bombs burst in air Machine gun fire, what’s over there? Crews yell “Clear!”, left and right Lifting our troubles, out of sight The memories I keep are special to me Like climbing the limbs of an old oak tree No matter how the wind may blow This tree stays with me wherever I go |
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