A Soldier's Strength

January 25, 2014

I take the air from the big Oak tree,

But the breath I take is not for free.

The price is high but not all will pay,

Only the soldier for whom we pray.

The love of their country deep in their soul,

The passion they will forever hold.

Each day I wake up and see the most beautiful sight,

Our symbol of freedom, the stars and stripes.

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