thebighop
05-24-2007, 09:53 AM
Invisible Bullet
The perils of hell called war through it all they came and saw,
shot and shell, gore and hate, loss of limb and life part of duty,
took the call to save freedom's right to protect a far off shore.
Once again left home and love's hearth to stand with comrades,
a proud country flew yellow ribbons strong and true, a duty due,
sand and heat and strange traditions overcome in land of nomads.
Fire flights a thousand times a thousand strong never before seen,
night into day and day into night, sand turned to Satan's land,
highway of death ends the path for wrong into right as its been
Cockpits and Tank turrets and foxholes buddies, men and women both,
front lines vanish with a whisper of a scud, all risk death or worse,
shoulder to shoulder power and might streak across sky into foe’s troth.
Swift end is found and madness ends with again freedom’s loud ring,
homeward bound heroes all, proud a country can be, for a duty done,
many never scarred by bullet or shell coming home songs now to sing.
Home and not a scratch, all is well, music of bands not heard by others,
pride restored to all warriors, and ghost of old wars from far off shore,
no sleepless nights to haunt soul and mind, my sisters and brothers.
Purple Hearts but few, honor and pride instilled in country's halls for all,
the “perfect war” fought and won and “Johnny comes marching home”,
can this too be a dream no dark clouds to remain on glory’s field for all.
A 100 thousand or more struck down by invisible bullet never heard,
more deadly and painful than loss of limbs or life rips into homes an hearth,
no voices hear the cry to warn of bullet of destruction path unknown and dread.
One shot felled ten times our sisters and brothers then in land of hell and sand,
shoulder to shoulder now we must fight again for what’s right who stood the storm,
what rockets, shells, heat and flame did not destroy we must give a helping hand.
The invisible bullet still striking down its foe, now and many more to go,
shield our sisters and brothers with the truth so bullet, can't raise its score,
storm our country's white halls until it can be seen no more by friend and foe.
Stretch the hand to its fullest measure, they gave no less for freedoms ring,
insure peace in these hallowed halls, and treasured shores who braved the storm,
let no one say they did not help their sister or brother in fear of this terrible thing.
There is no price higher than what they gave nothing less should we repay,
invisible bullet we can't allow to dishonor a re-gained country's pride,
no choice but to fight again this invisible foe and win again freedom we pray.
The perils of hell called war through it all they came and saw,
shot and shell, gore and hate, loss of limb and life part of duty,
took the call to save freedom's right to protect a far off shore.
Once again left home and love's hearth to stand with comrades,
a proud country flew yellow ribbons strong and true, a duty due,
sand and heat and strange traditions overcome in land of nomads.
Fire flights a thousand times a thousand strong never before seen,
night into day and day into night, sand turned to Satan's land,
highway of death ends the path for wrong into right as its been
Cockpits and Tank turrets and foxholes buddies, men and women both,
front lines vanish with a whisper of a scud, all risk death or worse,
shoulder to shoulder power and might streak across sky into foe’s troth.
Swift end is found and madness ends with again freedom’s loud ring,
homeward bound heroes all, proud a country can be, for a duty done,
many never scarred by bullet or shell coming home songs now to sing.
Home and not a scratch, all is well, music of bands not heard by others,
pride restored to all warriors, and ghost of old wars from far off shore,
no sleepless nights to haunt soul and mind, my sisters and brothers.
Purple Hearts but few, honor and pride instilled in country's halls for all,
the “perfect war” fought and won and “Johnny comes marching home”,
can this too be a dream no dark clouds to remain on glory’s field for all.
A 100 thousand or more struck down by invisible bullet never heard,
more deadly and painful than loss of limbs or life rips into homes an hearth,
no voices hear the cry to warn of bullet of destruction path unknown and dread.
One shot felled ten times our sisters and brothers then in land of hell and sand,
shoulder to shoulder now we must fight again for what’s right who stood the storm,
what rockets, shells, heat and flame did not destroy we must give a helping hand.
The invisible bullet still striking down its foe, now and many more to go,
shield our sisters and brothers with the truth so bullet, can't raise its score,
storm our country's white halls until it can be seen no more by friend and foe.
Stretch the hand to its fullest measure, they gave no less for freedoms ring,
insure peace in these hallowed halls, and treasured shores who braved the storm,
let no one say they did not help their sister or brother in fear of this terrible thing.
There is no price higher than what they gave nothing less should we repay,
invisible bullet we can't allow to dishonor a re-gained country's pride,
no choice but to fight again this invisible foe and win again freedom we pray.