I had a dream God,
I saw my dad.
Blood on his face, God,
lying still in sand.
And there’s chemicals filling up his lungs,
he’s been running from, dark men and their guns.
It don’t look like too much fun for him.
I think his time has come.
When he laid his life down,
You flew him from that land.
On the wings of angels,
showed him your plan.
Took the bullets from his back and chest,
laid all his burdens to rest,
Then he slept a peaceful sleep that day.
I know the time will come,
But I dare not say,
The men who took his life,
Will have to pay,
I swear someday.
Every night I cry and plead.
“Won’t you please send my dad back to me?”
I’m making it simple for all to see.
This damn war has made…
An orphan of me!
My baby sister and me…
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