What builds up in a soldier’s heart
To make him want to go apart,
Away from family, friend and foe
To a hostile land he has to go?

In that foreign land, a wicked place
He’ll meet the rival face to face.
With guns a-blazing through the air,
Someone may come and kill him there.

Yet he proudly marches on
With fond memories of his home,
A brave reflection in his stride,
He marches on with homeland pride.

He carries well the rifle tall
Till he’s caught against the wall.
He’ll rise above the battle fray
And use his gun another day.

And way out there with the gauntlet laid,
Machine guns, tanks and rifles played.
Some good men died among the fray
To be a witness of that day.

Through mighty winds of dust and sand
The soldier’s tired; he cannot stand.
But when he thinks his strength is gone,
His memory thinks of those back home.

And with a strength that’s not his own
He pushes forward not alone.
His comrades push on side by side.
He feels their trust both deep and wide.

They fight the foe and make the gain;
Tomorrow they go and fight again.
Again some friend will come to death.
The soldier thinks of his bequest.

If I should die in this cruel war,
How will I give my children more?
Be it by life or death to come
I’ll give them freedom for their home.

PRAY  FOR  OUR  SOLDIERS
AROUND  THE  WORLD