I’LL FIGHT SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO

BY SPC FLINT CHRISTENSEN

I SPOKE ACROSS THE PHONE

TO MY LITTLE BOY AT HOME

HE ASKED ME WHEN I’M COMING BACK,

I TOLD HIM I DON’T KNOW

HE TOLD ME MOMMY’S LONELY

AND SOMETIMES SHE CRIES AT NIGHT

I TOLD HIM, “TELL HER TO BE BRAVE

AND THINGS WILL BE ALRIGHT”

HE SAID TO ME "DADDY

I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND

WHY YOU LEFT US ALL ALONE,

TO GO PLAY IN THE SAND."

MY EYES GREW MOIST, WITH A HEAVY HEART,

OH HOW COULD I EXPLAIN?

TO A LITTLE BOY JUST THREE YEARS OLD

THE HURT OF WAR AND PAIN

I TOLD HIM THERE WERE MEAN MEN

WHO WANTED TO BE BAD

AND I WAS TO PROTECT HIM

AND MOM FROM BEING SAD

SO WHILE I AM HERE PLAYING

IN THE SAND ACROSS THE SEA

REMEMBER ME IN YOUR PRAYERS

AND HERE’S A HUG FROM ME.