WHITE STARS ON BLUE, AND STRIPES OF RED,
IT SHROUDS THE BODIES OF AMERICAS DEAD,
YOUNG LIMBS THAT LAY THERE, STIFF AND COLD,
THEIR HEARTS DIED YOUNG IN A WAR, SO BOLD.
RAISE THE STARS AND STRIPES UP HIGH,
FOR WITHIN IT’S SHADE, THEY LIVE AND DIE,
COWARDS MAY FLINCH, AND TRAITORS MAY SNEER,
BUT IN DEATH THEY SHINE, WITH SOULS SO PURE!
Written with sadness for all the young Americans that have lost their lives in Iraq.
Written by Amber
See www.amber_live.com
IT SHROUDS THE BODIES OF AMERICAS DEAD,
YOUNG LIMBS THAT LAY THERE, STIFF AND COLD,
THEIR HEARTS DIED YOUNG IN A WAR, SO BOLD.
RAISE THE STARS AND STRIPES UP HIGH,
FOR WITHIN IT’S SHADE, THEY LIVE AND DIE,
COWARDS MAY FLINCH, AND TRAITORS MAY SNEER,
BUT IN DEATH THEY SHINE, WITH SOULS SO PURE!
Written with sadness for all the young Americans that have lost their lives in Iraq.
Written by Amber
See www.amber_live.com
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