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AT LAST, MY SON
THIS IS WRITTEN BY A FRIEND OF MINE ALL I CAN SAY IS FREAKING WOW
Momma's kiss their baby boys and send them off to war,
Daddy says "Be Brave my son, Stand Proud at Freedoms' Door."
... Put away your childhood dreams and kiss your girl good-bye,
Then turn around and walk away so you won't see them cry.
One night in Hell can last for days
and you'll never be the same;
You'd sell your soul to stay alive
Then wonder, who to blame...
Dreams die slowly in the morning light
And the road back home is a lonely flight.
"You're home now, son, stop singin' the blues...
The price was high but we ALL paid our dues."
No questions asked we fought your war;
We gave our lives guarding Freedoms' Door.
Yet still we fight, can you tell me why;
Stand Proud, my friend, let THEM see YOU cry.
God bless the lost, the boys who died;
Keep by your side those still alive.
Forgive OUR shame, the wrong WE'VE done...
At last, my son.