The Reason We Are There
As I knelt down beside the dying man,
I took hold of his bloody and trembling hand.
So far from home this lad had come to suffer and die,
And I couldn’t help but ask the question why!
To give freedom and liberty to a people who just cannot comprehend,
The reason we are here is to protect and defend.
All of their lives, dictatorship is all these people have ever known,
A nation with no will, and jelly for a backbone.
I don’t mean that they are cowards it’s just that they have never tasted of the wonders of freedom,
Or know of the values from whence it comes from.
Freedom doesn’t mean that you can always do what you want or desire,
But working together in harmony to reach a solution that’s best for all to transpire.
Being able to make choices is why this young man came so far from home to suffer and die,
It was his choice, his belief, and he felt his obligation is why.
To let someone else have a taste of what he relished is what brought him this way,
It’s the American way to help others is all I’m trying to say.
When you have something you know is good, it makes you feel good to share,
I just wish others would realize we’re not there to hurt them, we’re there cause we care.
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