They Call Me a Soldier
They call me a soldier Said I was brave
As they raised their hand to their hat and saluted me
Oh I always try to remember that the reason I do what I do today
Is for the red white and blue,
Just watching our flag fly high in the sky
, Should remind us Americans to be strong,
In a country where right is sometimes wrong,
Yes they call me a soldier but
Sometimes I feel unworthy of such a great honor
Because the red white and blue should mean happiness
For me and for you
But sometimes all I see,
Is the sadness and tears that pour from the eyes of our Americans,
Making me wish I could just sit down and cry
But I am a soldier and I know I have support in my life,
And I have to be strong, for my country,
For my family and yours,
Oh they call me a soldier,
Said I was brave but deep down inside its not like that,
No- I tremble with fear too,
Yet they still raise their hand and solute me
And say they are proud of me and I should be too,
But I just stand here fighting back tears,
As I stand looking at the Colorado mountains,
That is filled with Fire, Smoke and ash,
It is just so sad.
Yes they call me a soldier, and say I’m a hero,
But what they don’t know is I don’t see myself like that at all,
But I stand here proud to be an American soldier,
And when they raise their hand to solute me,
I think of the red white and blue and what it means to me
I think of America,
So they can call me a solider
And say I am brave or something like that,
I will just keep watching our flag fly high in the sky,
Hoping it remind us Americans to be strong
Knowing we have someone to lean on
Yes they call me a soldier.
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