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Heatless Hands (Soldiers Mind)

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The color black that shows my sins
Making me crumble right down
I’m broken inside for all the men
I’ve seen placed on the ground
So as the crowd screams below
For the moment they can reunite
With the woman and men of courage
Who risked their lives to fight
For a land of love and freedom
Which seems so darker now
I want my tears to be of joy
If only my body knew how
For no command or order
Could prepare me for the day
When we would walk right off that battlefield
With a new life and display
For I walk across this pavement
Still hearing cries of soldiers past
I look down to my heartless hands
Praying that God will soon cast
The color of black that shows my sins
Making me crumble right down
I’m broken inside for all the men
I’ve seen placed on the ground





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