A Prayer For Soldiers

Sand and dirt blow through the wind.
This place is dead.
Knowing they are out there,
I pray for my brothers.

The bullets flying high
sending chills down his spine.
Wanting them home,
I pray for my brothers.

God above takes care of their worries.
Hearing their voices in the back of my mind
as they make me stronger,
I pray for my brothers.

by kali retzler

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