For freedom
You may think you are fighting
To protect America
You may even believe
That you are fighting
For Jesus
I think you are caught
In a cross-fire
Between evil men
As many on the other side
Have been duped
I think you are a pawn
In an evil game
Of power and control
I think too many of you
Have died or been hurt
For the wrong reasons
I think too many innocents
Have died or been hurt
For no good reason at all
So I'll keep writing and crying
Even though you may hate me for it
And I'll keep protesting
Even though you think me wrong
And I'll keep caring
In my way
All the way
To the end
And if you start to hear me
Perhaps you'll choose to join me
And then, together
We can bring this bloody mess
To a final end
But
You may not understand why
I write what I write
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