Service
Just one job, thats all I need,
To serve my country and be all tha i can be
Wear the stars and stripes on my sleave
return in uniform while I'm on leave.
I wan to serve, I want to fight,
before pain and suffering spreads like a blight
My life on the line
the line painted blood
there is one job for me, to change it all
To keep the land of the free,
it must be home to the brave.
Its one job for others to live,
to seve my nation, it's what i can give
Freedom and liberty will always reign true
if 'm on the front line, it will, through and through.
Just one job, thats all I need,
to make a diference for you and me
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