Fight Strong
Here's your rifle, hold it steady
This is war, no one's ready
you are young, just a child
you won't see home for quite awhile
still yet you are of such importance
you're so scared you can't say a full sentence
you're sweaty, dirty, and scared to death
many around have taken their last breath
will you get home to see your wife
you had no time to live your life
higher ranks yell out orders you can't hear
the blood and stench is hard to bare
without noticing you start to cry
you know you don't want to die
then you're brave, breathing fast
who cares how long this war will last
no one cares if you do wrong
just don't run and just fight strong
Written in 2003 by Chezley Ebenreiter 
