Little one I'm calling you,
fight for all you say and do.
Stand for what you think is right,
all day long and though the night.
When the pain becomes to much,
when nerves go numb and bones bust.
Alone you'll stand, when darkness falls,
When staying there would take some Balls.
as Wars rage on,
and blood is split,
the lives are lost,
and time is spent.
Sleep now soldiers,
night has come,
Angels sing of
what you've done.
Now the night has drawn it's end,
you must go to fight and fend.
Life I pray will see you though,
until the battles done with you.
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