• An empy chair,
    Thats full of love.

    Im saving this seat,
    for when we meet,
    He'll feel great.

    For hes been gone,
    for alittle too long.

    He left to for basic,
    scared and unsure,
    but he was ready for whats to come.

    For only he knew,
    when he can back,
    Now hes more man than ever,
    no long scared and positve of himself.

    One day he'll be ship off,
    My heart will cry,
    But I will know that hes ready,
    and I hope for the best.

    Knowing not all of them make it back.
    Its a choice they choose.
    Across the seas,
    Over montains,
    Thought the deserts
    He meets his place.

    Shooting and running,
    Ducking, and covering,
    Hungry and thristy,
    He knew this would come.

    A fellow comrad had fallen,
    must run back and save him.
    Explosions and s€reams fill the air,
    Lights and sparks is the light.

    Must not leave anyone behind,
    runs thought his head.
    Arms meet and adrinline flows full,
    coverd in blood and sweat,
    the mission met.

    Too late for one,
    Too much blood,
    He close his eyes for one last time,
    Trying to remember who he going to leave.

    Thanks sir for saving me.
    I wish it would of been me though.
    For you pay with your life.
    How will your family feel.

    I wish he never when,
    but im glad he did,
    but i want him back,
    but he save some lives.