When the bloodline is drawn with bullet wounds,
Happiness will become deeply sadness.
My father who was a veteran he served well,
Defending our country from the enemies.
God bless the broken road,
God sheds his grace on thee.
Just think about our veterans,
Defending our sweet land of liberty.
Just overthinking what I am saying,
We have bleeding Americans.
For those who served our country,
Our dying America we are strong.
The purpose is to defend our America,
Our children and God’s children.
I am driven to tears writing this poem,
Our sweet land of liberty to defend.
We have bleeding Americans,
Those who served with pride and joy.
God bless this country that we live in,
My world I have grown in will be bloodshed.
Gladly I thank my father for serving,
He will be forever in my mind and heart.
Bleeding Americans we hope to come home,
On this very Veteran’s Day.
I thank all those who have served our beautiful country,
For that living day-in and day-out for our freedoms.
We should be proud of those who served to make America so free,
My sweet land of liberty, my world’s kingdom comes.
And for those military families who lost so loved ones,
To our military children, who may be too young to know this?
They should gladly know their mommies, daddies, aunties, uncles, etc. who served,
For this sweet land of liberty so free until the date in history where it all began.
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