Until You Return

Good morning son, just another day. A beautiful morning without much to say.
Except that I love you and miss you and I want to hear it everyday.
I can't imagine your mornings, your days and your nights, with only the suffering, it just isn't right.
This world that we live in, all of this violence is wrong. So many people are angry and can't get along.
We must settle this war they call Iraqi Freedom. We must bring our troops home so their loved ones can see them.
Although your reminded almost everyday, we're very proud of you and more so each day.
It's not that your special or unlike another. But you are my firstborn and the oldest of brothers.
You have a strong faith in God and a heart that's so true. God's blessings are what I'm asking for you.
Many people are praying, for you and your boys, for safety and quickness as your unit deploys.
Hurry now guys and get your job done, let them hear the bells of freedom ringing. And then maybe they'll understand the help you've been bringing.
We love you, we miss you, you all make us proud. Let your voices be heard and their meaning be loud.
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Many emotions deep down inside, worry, fear and most of all pride.
People are falling around my son's feet, with his buddies surrounding and helping to beat. This anger of people in all of these nations, making them resort to these altercations.
Bombings and blasts and kidnapping strangers and putting their children in all of this danger.
Are the problems too many the reasons too vast, for the leaders to talk and put into the past.
Get out the documents and sign your name here and promise to God you'll cause no more fear.
Let our sons and our daughters come home, so that we may give back the love that they've shown. For their Flag and their Country and the people they love. But most of for our Heavenly God above.