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Inspired by the Ukes for Troops program. Click pic for more information on Ukes for Troops.
And These, They are
our Children |
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He’s seventeen and
just signed up A child and a man He’s got a girl at home Who waits as best she can She’s living with his mother And his round-faced baby boy Grandpa signed the dotted line His ship will soon deploy
She was an honor student, Never spent much time at play Took the Army route to college So Grandma wouldn’t have to pay Now she’s in a chopper in a sky that’s smoky grey Tuition’s due on dreams come true What’s she going to pay?
And these, they are our children And they deserve our best They’re doing what we asked of them And for that, they are blessed Too young to vote to start this war Still, they’re the ones who pay God, hold them in your loving hand Protect them one more day
She studied Shakespeare and the classics, Latin, and the sea Astronomy, and physics And got her PhD
She felt her
country needed those Who offer what she shares Eagle, Globe, and Anchor Now the jewelry that she wears
He used to watch the airplanes When he was just a boy Balsa wood and silk Paint and plastic were his toys Dreams fly high on slender wings Now children look to him Pick up paint and plastic And the dream begins again
A beauty queen and glowing bride A helmet, not a crown Cammies for a trousseau Leaves behind her wedding gown A guardsman heading off to do The duty she has sworn To serve her countymen with honor Far afield or at home
The weekend soldier gets the call And strokes his daughter’s hair His wife drives him to the airport And wishes they weren’t there Last week he had a uke in hand And sang in Waikiki Now he’s in the desert sands Singing of the sea.
And these, they are our children And they deserve our best They’re doing what we asked of them And for that, they are blessed Too young to vote to start this war Still, they’re the ones who pay God, hold them in your loving hand Protect them one more day |
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