mizz fyre....
a mother, tears flowing, eyes to the sky, saying
for others mistakes my son shouldn't be the one paying
caught up in a world of violence, just seventeen
picture the scene, boys thinner than the pages in a magazine
2 months, unaccounted for, trying to survive, fighting
television, 24/7, still there's not been one sighting
mothers face in her hands, no news again she's distraught
son starving it seems heaven might be closer than once thought
with chances slim, he still made his mind up in a hurry
daren't tell everything, knew that his fam were likely to worry
presidential issues mean nothing to the situation they're facing
thinking of home, is the only thing that can keep their mind racing

countree jay....
Heroically and Stoically, they got through society, showin' no pain,
He signed up to get ahead in life, On the fishing boat; with no net gain.
And they had told him they were proud that first day in his uniform,
Setting off to grab life by it's imaginary horns, like a it was a unicorn.
the taste of 911 stirred their hearts, now the bitter drink had them shaked up,
Had closed there eyes to have an american dream, now wanna wake up,
They knew what might be the end from the begining, but shunned reality,
The worst thing they used to have to count on in those days were calories.
My how the tables have turned, it's evident the times have changed,
Momma could only recognize him by the name on the ovals on the chains.
They had support their country at first, but now hated these war games,
When the folded flag was brought, they immediately drowned it in flames.

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