When you
put your hands up on the wall
Make sure you shed a tear for all
The soldiers that died in fear and pain
Bullets flying through pouring rain
Slugs slamming in their chest
Grenades and mortars getting the best
Lying in a blood filled pool
An M-16 their only tool
Not
knowing if another day they'll see
They put their lives at risk for you and me
Take your hands up off the wall
and sit back and remember them all
Remember all the lonely nights
Remember all the long gun fights
And put your hands back on the wall
and be sure you sincerely thank them all.
Trent
Michael Spriggs
Copyright © 2001 Trent Spriggs