A Soldier's Prayer
Lyric #2936 by bassMonkey
Tags: Folky,Warfare
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The cold bites you in the night time,
The fear stalks you all throughout day,
You face it down when it finds you,
But you know it never goes away,
And so I think about my home town,
The paint peeling off my old front door,
The sound of laughter in the back yard,
Everything I've been fighting for.
And I'm thinking about home now,
The paint peeling off my old front door,
Get me out of this fox-hole God,
Bring an end to this awful war.
Keep my child safe and well Lord,
Give my wife all the strength she needs,
Help my friends keep their heads down,
I pray that sanity may yet succeed,
But please grant them all forgiveness,
And make sure they can find my grave,
They'll come and see me once or twice a year,
Amongst the others that you failed to save.
And I'm thinking about home now,
The paint peeling off my old front door,
Get me out of this fox-hole God,
Bring an end to this awful war.
The fear stalks you all throughout day,
You face it down when it finds you,
But you know it never goes away,
And so I think about my home town,
The paint peeling off my old front door,
The sound of laughter in the back yard,
Everything I've been fighting for.
And I'm thinking about home now,
The paint peeling off my old front door,
Get me out of this fox-hole God,
Bring an end to this awful war.
Keep my child safe and well Lord,
Give my wife all the strength she needs,
Help my friends keep their heads down,
I pray that sanity may yet succeed,
But please grant them all forgiveness,
And make sure they can find my grave,
They'll come and see me once or twice a year,
Amongst the others that you failed to save.
And I'm thinking about home now,
The paint peeling off my old front door,
Get me out of this fox-hole God,
Bring an end to this awful war.
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