I hear American soldiers, marching one by one,

Their footsteps walking to say goodbye to their families, not knowing if it's the last time

Their mothers crying as their fathers are trying to wave a strong goodbye

They're waving their flags high with extreme pride in their eyes

The National Anthem is playing as they walk onto the plane

They are flying high in the sky to a whole new world

The strong soldier, looking out the window thinking of all that they left behid

The landing comes sooner than expected, inhailing their last breaths of safety

With every firing shot, numerous lives are being lost

At nigh sleeping under the star, hoping they found a safe "home"

The Solderis are thinking about their loved ones, their friends who lsot their lives that day and now knowing if they themselves with ever wake

I hear American soldiers marching for our country's freedom.