The Reunited States of America
Dark clouds on the horizon the hour is quite late.
As I ponder my destiny and wonder my fate.
The foundation of my life was set in soft sand.
With no guidance from above where does one take a stand.
The pressures of life can be so unjust.
That is why he is called Savior, in our lives He is a must.
The roads that we travel sometime seem to never end.
Filled with pain and heartache around every bend.
We didn’t come with guarantees or promises of good things.
We dictate most of what our tomorrows will bring.
God sat down certain rules all men should follow and keep.
If we choose not to follow then don’t get mad at what you reap.
The baby boomers now we’re starting to learn.
To pay for the keep we must get out there and earn.
We’ve let to many things get out of control.
We’re not standing up to the task nor fulfilling our roles.
Where once there were heroes .
Have they left us forever only God knows?
We’ve gotten our self into an unusual state.
For what once was a given has been removed as of late.
We idly stand by as our lives they destroy.
Are we really that blind or are we being just coy?
It’s time we reunite and set our priorities straight.
The ReUnited States of America shall be our new fate.
Democracy and freedom they all come with a price.
When is death pretty, when is it nice?
That is why bravery and courage should be rewarded and shown.
To all our brave children and the battles they’ve known.
Give them the credit no matter the cost.
And pray for the families of the fallen and lost.
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