*Dedicated to Marine Lance Corporal Mike Williams of Phoenix, AZ.
Who died at Nazaryah, Iraq March, 23, 2003
SAFE AT HOME WITH GOD
No more the Clarion call of battle for me
I am safe at home at last
I do not hear the exploding bombs
Or the bullets whizzing past
No more sounds of flashing guns,
No more missiles streaming by
Or hearing the screams of Mother’s sons
As they prepare to die
I am safe at home with God, mom
It’s where I want to be
I heard the flutter of angel’s wings
And a soft voice calling me
“It’s time for you to come home, son
God’s love has set you free!”
I’m safe at home with God, mom
No more pain and fear
And no matter where you are
You’ll always feel me near
Now you can be at peace, mom
Because you know I’m here
So do not weep for me
And keep your faith steadfast
Know that I am happy now
For I’m At Home with God at last!
Copyright © 2003 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
They are great firefighters.........
The firefighter's stories hold many sad memories
The lives that they save is immeasurable in value
They work round the clock to save the nation
And they do their best to protect us from tragedies
When we see them going home from fighting fire
they look exhaust and the smoke overwhelms them
They are wonderful human beings
who save lives from tragedy
And their strength of spirits lead them to do or die
They are always dedicated to their job and do their best
Their determination to the nation keeps us safe
When they leave home they carry prayers
from their loved one's
When they don't return their home is filled
with their loved one's tears
The firefighters are the brave people on earth and
they risk their life for someone else happiness
Because their heart is made of precious gold.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam
You fought over the smallest of sand
For my country in a foreign land
Advance all the time and never retreat
USA is number one and can never be beat
The military taught you how to survive
I hope you can make it home alive
When everything is all said and done
You fought with your life for my freedom
Thank you for fighting for me
Now I know freedom doesn’t come free
What you did for America makes me feel over come
Thank you for fighting for my freedom
Remember them for the blood the gave
To make America home of the brave
Army Navy Air force Marine
Toughest old boys you’ve ever seen
Hopefully they’ll get back to those crying mothers
They will be alright with they’re band of brothers
When everything is all said and done
You fought with your life for my freedom
Thank you for fighting for me
Now I know freedom doesn’t come free
What you did for America makes me feel over come
Thank you for fighting for my freedom
They sent them to the school of hard knox
Now they’re coming home in a pine box
Zipped up in a in a bag
They gave they’re family a flag and a dog tag
Remember them when you pray
Stand tall for them and remember them on Memorial Day
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