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The Battle Sight
I hear the thunder
of the guns,
I see your children try to run.
See us stand by waters edge,
Some alive, but most are dead.
We do not know just
why we're here,
Daily fighting, year to year.
Another soldier gives his life,
Now he may go home
to his wife.
A child stands beside the
grave,
Of a soldier proud and
brave.
Crying softly in his pain,
"I'll be here to
carry on your name."
Lord, I feel the strength
inside me flee,
Oh dear Lord Please hear
my plea.
I pray to you the one who
knows,
Of spirits high and
troubled souls.
Take our hands and our
souls,
Please guide us weary ones
to our homes.
I call on you to lend a
hand,
To give us peace through
out our land.
copyright & copy Terrie Lohr 1997 all rights reserved