They Call Me a Soldier

They call me a soldier Said I was brave As they raised their hand to their hat and saluted me Oh I always try to remember that the reason I do what I do today Is for the red white and blue, Just watching our flag fly high in the sky , Should remind us Americans to be strong, In a country where right is sometimes wrong, Yes they call me a soldier but Sometimes I feel unworthy of such a great honor Because the red white and blue should mean happiness For me and for you But sometimes all I see, Is the sadness and tears that pour from the eyes of our Americans, Making me wish I could just sit down and cry But I am a soldier and I know I have support in my life, And I have to be strong, for my country, For my family and yours, Oh they call me a soldier, Said I was brave but deep down inside its not like that, No- I tremble with fear too, Yet they still raise their hand and solute me And say they are proud of me and I should be too, But I just stand here fighting back tears, As I stand looking at the Colorado mountains, That is filled with Fire, Smoke and ash, It is just so sad. Yes they call me a soldier, and say I’m a hero, But what they don’t know is I don’t see myself like that at all, But I stand here proud to be an American soldier, And when they raise their hand to solute me, I think of the red white and blue and what it means to me I think of America, So they can call me a solider And say I am brave or something like that, I will just keep watching our flag fly high in the sky, Hoping it remind us Americans to be strong Knowing we have someone to lean on Yes they call me a soldier.