Thank You
I don't know you, yet In my heart I know you well
You are the American who puts his country first
You've left your home and loved ones on this soil
And are fighting for the freedoms for which we thirst
I don't know you, but I love you just the same
You are my father, brother , and the boy next door
The lover, grocer, and the immigrant who believes
As in wars of yesterday, the richest and the poor
When you're frightened, I'll hold your hand
And whisper my thanks in a melody of tears
Know you are thought of in these dark days
You sacrifice remembered through the years
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2012
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