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Why Can't We All Just Get Along
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Soapbox I can feel my life ebbing into the sand.
Why do we still do this to our fellow man?
My enemy is now moving away,
To rejoice that he survived the day.
Will he remember this face of the life he took?
Or will it just be a footnote in his book.
Eventually, they will come to take my body home to Arlington,
Where many of my honored comrades have already gone.
A lasting tribute to honor the dead,
Where many lives end up under tears shed.
Lord, when will it all end?
We can’t go on killing our young men.
Can’t we all just live and let live?
Isn’t there some hope you can give?
My son, my son, war is Satan’s field,
A despot his tool to wield.
I hear the cries of my people all over the land,
But only the father knows the end of man.
Come now to your eternal rest,
For the father welcomes you who have passed the test.
Giving your all for your country, Family, and friends,
Welcome my son, come in to Heaven.
