Soldier's Mom
I am a Mother of a Soldier, with pride and concern for her Son.At first my concern was the apron strings, tied to this one so young.
But, where did this hell come from, that breaks the hearts of our land?
Now I have to be a Soldier Mom, fighting tears, standing tall as I can.
On the Promises of God I will stand, with Prayer Hope and Love.
For that is what I have taught my Son, true strenght comes from above.
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