A Lost Marine
Have you yet lost a child, a son
in a battle or a war?
For a fight that was never won
do you know who their fighting for?
They joined and became strong
all are known as "the few, the proud."
for you know it was never wrong
the fighting was always loud.
Guns are fired all day long
one of those shots took your son
keep you head up he was strong
you have lost and have not won.
As you fall you scream and yell
your flesh and blood is dead,
and wish it all hadn't gone to hell
no matter what you could have said.
You wish he'd never hone in
put himself in harms way
for he knew it wasn't a sin
so he said, "mom, I'll be okay."
He is a hero to all around
for all who know no horror
cause we don't know the horror to go to war.
He guards the gates of heaven,
Semper Fi my brother
him and his crew of seven
"The few, the strong, the proud"
for he was prince and you were queen
thanks so much for your United States Marine.
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