Clockwork
The clock is ticking
The hands are turning
His heart is racing
His mind is hurting
Around the ground his eyes do pace
Cannot believe what he's about to face
Feeling weak
Legs are shaking
hands clasped tight
The prayer he's making
Checks his watch
14:06
Only four more minutes
Until the show begins
He grabs his cross, gun, the letter to his wife
To let her know
How much she's missed
A final prayer
A command to go
He jumps from the copter
Into the war zone
He fires his gun
His life at stake
For the few, the proud
The U.S.A
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