Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Letters Home from the Garden of Stone
Its lyrics :
Sitting restless under the moonlight
I know I'm getting ready to kill
They say we're going in with the daylight
I don't want to but I will
Cause I won't know the man that kills me
and I don't know these man I kill
I pray to God for my salvation
Wash away the red I spill
I try not to think about my family
cause it's a little too much take
Now here I got me and I got my buddy
Who can't afford even one mistake
I'm sorry about writing on dirty cardboard
It's the only paper I can find
Tell everyone I got their letters
Tell everyone I'm doing fine
Late at night when I can dream
I think about life back in the world
I miss you and Dad, Sister Sarah
I Miss my wife and baby girl
Pray for me pray for my soul ma
Pray for me and all my sins
They say I got a job to do now
I'll be back when it finally ends
Who you think i should be fighting
Mom are you proud are you ashamed
I really am trying to do the right thing
I hope my government can say the same
cause I won't know the man that kills me
and I don't know these man that I kill
We all wind up on the same side
cause not one of us doing God's will
Posted by PH at 1:02 AM
Labels: Iraq, Middle-East, moral, politics, religion, terrorism, US
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