A Hero From A Place That Is So Far Away
A lot of people do not what it means to be at a place that is so far away,
Or why freedom has just has a high price to pay.
It seems likes those days turn months and then to years,
Only wishing that final day will only soon get here.
Yes, in their minds those days seem like they never go fast,
Only till they finally realize that the day is here at last.
What it feels like to bend down and pray,
As he/she ask the Lord to happily reunite them with their family.
Tears come to their eyes as they see them for the first time in a year,
Not willing to wait to hold them close and near,
These are a few things that they will never know,
What it is to be known as a Hero.
Or why that Freedom is worth so much, when it is won,
This is what it makes it worth carrying that gun.
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