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