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Red, White, and Blue


Stained Laying on the cold war floor I’ve bleed red, white, and blue For you? Can this be true? America I salute you I chose to fight for you till’ kingdom come And my arms are replaced with guns I’m no longer my own Army No longer dodging the bullets of war And so I’ve surrendered me You see These tears that drench the very uniform I wear Has been camouflaged by my very being No longer considered a regular person A warrior I am A victim of the years A hero with no fear RED I don’t bleed BLUE The skies sing WHITE I don’t see The flags of peace and so I continue to fight And one day One day I pray you’ll no longer need me And with family, I can be free Isn’t that what this is all for? To be free? Like this land’s promise To be sheltered under the eagle’s shadow As we grow wings One nation Under God And so let peace rain Down on our enemies And set me free Let me bleed RED, WHITE, AND BLUE For you
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