To Shake a Soldiers Hand

If by chance, someday we meet, upon a crowded street. I’d like to shake the hand, of the soldier, who fought the war, on terror. I’d like to shake your hand, for the bravery, you’ve shown time, and time again. Who throughout the endless nights, prayed silently for home. With no regard to their own feelings, out of love, they put our Country first, to protect, and serve, the land of freedom, we call home. Written by: Carla F. Cox