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[bodytext] => So I walk a little different Don’t talk like the president I may be a little bit apart But I know that I’m somebody I’ll always be me Don’t you see There ain’t no getting away From the fact that I’m free I might just take me fishing I just might give a listen To the all facts You’re trying to tell me But don’t get upset Don’t let yourself regret Anything, I just choose to leave Cause I’m my own man And I’m free (Chorus) This freedom isn’t cheap It’s cost us oh so deep And if I could I’d take the place of them But I know it’s not my time So the chosen now will shine And I feel so useless In this heart felt remedy Oh I know you feel Exactly just like me A child walks to the front line He’s wearing a great big gun But doesn’t want to kill, a single thing But war will warp his mind Historically, time by time No matter your allies, or your friends And you know he’ll do What he needs to in the end Just sticking to his duty And come right back again And it’s times like these Courage like that Or else freedom won’t reign again And we’d all be living While tyrants rule our land (chorus) He marched into battle Never questioning his freedom He knew he fought for the proper side You know he was heroic And did what all the else did And suddenly, for his country he died And the brothers in his company Put his body aside And they dipped their heads And quietly they cried And they all knew it could be them And they felt so numb inside (chorus) Now home in a box His parents’ cry The neighbors flock Round the hero, coming home again He paid the great price Like those before him did Now he’ll lie down with The best that ever lived This story plays out through out the land And there’s nothing you can say to the woman or the man Who lost their son In someone else’s land (chorus) [comments] => 4 [counter] => 274 [topic] => 28 [informant] => twbanter [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Patriotic )
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