A little rougher than I like to present to you folks. I'm asking for feedback, just a line or two
By: AJ Bigler
10,000 miles from home, your pictures’ in my helmet. And I stand guard, on the line.
Our baby girl took her first steps without daddy, and I know that you put curls in her hair.
And you must know, that I am yours, and if sending love every minutes’ not enough, I’ll send it one more time.
There’s a chance, that I may not come home. But please know this, my last breath will whisper your name, and send a prayer to God above, to fill your heart with my love.
A soldiers prayer, is all that I can give, to God above, please, let me live
But you must know, I’m Gods hands and and if the time has come for me to die, I only hope he makes sure you know that I, love you so.
But even more than death I’m afraid, that I might somehow, let you all down
So you must know, I’m Gods hands and and if the time has come for me to die, then I hope that God makes sure you know that I, love you so.
That’s my soldiers prayer, that’s my soldiers prayer
Copyright Arnold bigler 2004