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Kissing Daddy
You went for us to keep us free; you became the killer you don't want to be. The horrors haunt you in the night, awful moments, deeds that define the fight. He waits at home, your little son, Kissing the screen he last saw your face upon. Liberty, sweet liberty, a precious, costly commodity; no words we write, nothing we say could ever your great sacrifice repay. May we at home walk on with pride, pride in our soldiers, those who fought and died. You went for us to keep us free; you became the killer you don't want to be. The horrors haunt you in the night, awful moments, deeds that define the fight. He waits at home, your little son, Kissing the screen he last saw your face upon. We give our hearts, our prayers in love asking for guidance from the Lord above to bring you home to freedom's shore, to arms of love, your little ones, once more. Back home to him, that little son, to kiss you and not a screen, the victory won. You went for us to keep us free; you became the killer you don't want to be. The horrors haunt you in the night, awful moments, deeds that define the fight. Come home to him, that little son, to kiss you and not a screen, the victory won. Copyright, August 8, 2014 Faye Lanham Gibson
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