God bless the boys
from Illinois
And every mother's son

Who gave their life
protecting the right
of all the wrongs been done



If they knew or even thought
their dreams could be bought
Would they want to come home

America don't you care
I have waited so long
I am so alone



I am writing and hanging on
to a dream I once had
That you did care and I will come Home
Written from the heart by David Wilkerson

I've never tripped a booby trap,
or stood upon a mine,
but I have seen what happens,
when you're out there on the line.

Some men die real hard,
others not so bad,
but t really doesn't matter,
when you've given all you had.



I was never wounded,
so I never felt the shock,
or felt the pain rip through my body,
while calling our for Doc.

Sometimes the pain is awful,
it can make you want to dry,
that pain can get so bad at times,
you might pray to God to die.



I know I was lucky,
that it never happened to me,
and that someone else's blood,
was shed to keep me free.
Written from the heart by Ronald Murray

Many a man has risked his life,
To end the beginning of toil and strife.
For in our world of fear and doubt,
We ask ourselves why and what it's all about.

It seems each generation
has to face a war
Of senseless killings
for reasons we're not sure.



But it's our minds that are captured,
Like a helpless slave
in this land of the free
and the home of the brave.

And it's our hearts that are heavy
With pounding of sorrow
while our souls are searching
for a better tomorrow.



But the Truth still remains
that this country's people
Have fought and died for an
"American Dream" of dignity and pride.
Written from the heart by Drew Berman

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