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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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Our Protectors From the Storm
Our protectors from the storm. Come shed a tear, for our fallen sons, Our friends, our children, our brothers in arms. Our army of, deceased heroes, Our protectors in the storm. Our love, our life, our hope and future, Has been washed away; For what reason we cannot decipher. But we trust in the Lord, to take care of them all; The one’s who made it back And the one’s that had to fall. The one’s who fought and won our war; Our protectors in the storm. So I wish upon this starry, starry night, That God had not sent his angels into flight. To retrieve the souls of the fallen; The lives that were too short and stolen. From us as dust is now to dust, The ashes have blown away And so now have our protectors from the storm. Why Lord? Why did they have to go? Why Lord did you cause us all, so much sorrow? Why Lord, why my son and not another? Why Lord, why not me, instead of my brother? He was a hero, I was a survivor; I cannot protect my family, from the storm. For this war has taken all our lives; The ones who live, too are no more. (C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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