For all the free people that still protest, you're welcome.
We protect you and you are protected by the best.
Your voice is strong and loud, but who will fight for you?
No one standing in your crowd.
We are your fathers, brothers and sons,
wearing the boots and carrying the guns.
We are the ones that leave all we own
to make sure your future is carved in stone.
We are the ones who fight and die.
We might not be able to save the world, well at least we try.
We walked the paths to where we are at
and we want no choice other than that.
So when you rally your group to complain
take a look in the back of your brain.
In order for that flag you love to fly
wars must be fought and young men must die.
We came here to fight for the ones we hold dear,
if that's not respected, we would rather stay here.
So please stop yelling, put down your signs
and pray for those behind enemy lines.
When the conflict is over and all is well,
be thankful we chose to go through hell.
Authored by an unknown soldier, somewhere in harm's way
