Your Son
To the Mothers and the Fathers
Of United States Marines
Who have fought and bled and died
So that freedomıs bell still rings
From the Halls of Montezuma
To the shores of Tripoli
From the alleys of Fallujah
To the frozen Yudam-ni
From the sands of Iwo Jima
To the hills around Khe Sanh
From the smoky hell of Belleau Woods
Your Son fought and won
Your Son battled dictatorships
Communism and tyranny
Godıs Son died to make men holy
Your Son died to make men free
There is a debt we owe Your Son
That we can never repay
We owe Your Son more than platitudes
Heard on Veterans or Memorial Day
Your Son is a son of America
One of the Proud and the Few
Your Son volunteered to do the things
Other men would not or could not do
Your Son was Semper Fidelis
Always Faithful to the end was he
Your Son was a shining example
Of what a man is supposed to be
Now Your Son has been reassigned
To stand guard on Heavenıs streets
And when my tour of duty is over
I know that we will meet
Iıll thank Your Son for my freedom
For keeping terror on a distant shore
Iıll thank Your Son for our way of life
And the sacrifice he bore
So tonight when you cry out to God
While praying on your knees
Know that Heıs a loving God
Who will listen to your pleas
To lose Your Son for freedomıs cause
God truly understands
God sent His Son to die for us
So you can see Your Son again
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