American Soldier

His face against the window the boy starts to cry,
Out of all days on his birthday the 9th of July,
His father had just left to go back to Iraq,
And the boy didn't know if he'd ever come back,

This wasn't the first time his father went away,
But everytime he did the boy would pray,
That his father would return,
Without even a burn,

It was realy hard to have faith,
That his father would be safe,
When everyday on TV,
He'd hear about another injury,

The boy would lose hope everytime he heard a knock on the door,
And it wasn't his father coming back from the war,
Every night before going to sleep the boy thought about the war,
How his dream to be like his father in the army was not anymore,

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poem by Motti Dahan
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