R.J.
You gone at war
my heart is tore
I didn't get to say goodbye
I say hi
to you in my thoughts
Your the oldest
and the world is the coldest
to you
but you know what to do
fight for the world
The world has hard and mean
grass isn't green
where you are
you probaly miss your car
and everyone else here
I wish you where here
so I can stop every tear
I'm crying
cause I'm thinking of you dieing
or getting hurt
What if you can't walk
or talk
when you come back
what if you lack
a limb
I think it's easy to figure out
even though I still doubt
cause of fear
and every tear
I know where you are
Iraq
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