Without You<o:p></o:p>

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Without you my son would not be free<o:p></o:p>

To live life the way it is supposed to be<o:p></o:p>

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Suffering and pain would be the norm<o:p></o:p>

Like the heat that comes with a desert storm<o:p></o:p>

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Darkness would enter, fear would win<o:p></o:p>

The desires of a madman to feed his whim<o:p></o:p>

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I f never you stood at the gates of hell<o:p></o:p>

To watch and protect our people well<o:p></o:p>

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A nation sick over death and destruction<o:p></o:p>

Might lead to our fall because we can’t function<o:p></o:p>

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But there you stand, a force of one<o:p></o:p>

That looks into the barrel of the gun<o:p></o:p>

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And makes it known you will not back down<o:p></o:p>

Your heads held high, you stand your ground<o:p></o:p>

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The pride for you I have in me<o:p></o:p>

Comes from your strength and bravery<o:p></o:p>

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You’ve given your country your very life<o:p></o:p>

Left your home and family and your wife<o:p></o:p>

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To venture to a land unknown<o:p></o:p>

And stand and face the foe alone<o:p></o:p>

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What can I give to show my thanks<o:p></o:p>

To you this force of many ranks<o:p></o:p>

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My gift to you has the greatest worth<o:p></o:p>

My son, a free man, at his birth<o:p></o:p>

By:  Allison Cush<o:p></o:p>