In my father's time
words used to mean much more
than just some talk behind a door.
Words of pride they all agreed,
were words like God, Country and Family.
Now as we live in a world of crime,
How I wish for my father's time.
They fought their war til victory's end
Returned back home to begin again.
They never asked to be repaid
for all the lives they may have saved.
They sacrificed and went to history,
the fathers that kept our nation free.
They never questioned is this right
they simply joined in freedom's fight.
They held their heads up on high,
whenever Old Glory should happened by.
They taught their kids to understand,
how much these words mean to man.
Sons followed in their father's way,
others were lost and began to stray.
Today America must unite,
and join together in this fight.
For all our fathers that came before,
Our faith in God, America and Family we must restore.
A very wonderful, heartfelt write you have penned. If only we could turn back the clock, but I am afraid that this country as a whole is too far gone. Think it would take a miracle to restore what so many fought and gave their lives for....
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
This book consists of a 150 pages of Christian poetry about the end of time and the Second coming of Jesus Christ not as a servant but as a King, the King of kings. To bring righteousness and peace to the earth and restore the government of God! Peac
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Karen
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Thank you for your service: once a Marine, always a Marine. Semper Fi!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Kathy