troops
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This country is united but not under God,
you're blind if you think this country isnt flawed.
We have troops dying left and right, people dont say a word,
People dont see the real picture, the real picture is blurred.
What’s the first thing you think of
When you hear America?
Is it freedom?
Or do you think of corruption?
They say it’s the home of the free
Bombs everywhere, missiles left and right, clenching my gun in my hand so tight. Side versus side, so scared but I will never show it, America the Brave, proud and heroic.
He's on every wall of every room,
Around our necks and in our heads,
In our hearts, in what we said.
He hangs on the cross,
Head bowed in shame
'Cause you can't do one thing.
War; war never changes
People do
When the stakes are high
We must see them through
We are soldiers in our on light
The struggles we face, the wars, the fights
Then why must we fight acknowledging risk
No surgery
Lost limbs
Give a leg
Then ask of him,
Restore my sight
With nothing to hide
