American Dreams
For God and country, swaying toe to line.
Like whispers lost upon a mighty wind.
A cadence echoes; “soldiers ‘til the end.”
Why bestow our youth upon the frontline?
Tides that rise; too must fall to sculpt their shores.
The price of Freedom is too often death.
Life devoid of Liberty; wasted breath.
American Dreams cast in souls of wars!
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