Wounded
The Wounded Solider, his heart is heavy.He left his home, and everything he was taught not to do he's done.He's needs are help in so many ways He's are Sons are Daughters we have to reach with hands of God they been though Hell There minds are tormented.but are they really free,it's up to us to talk to them they fought for freedom and pay a price .they need the care to almost set them free.it's up to us to see.
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