Service men in Iraq - caring and loving the dear children |
A soldier steps toward her, holds out his hand, An attempt to dismiss her fear. Trying his best to help her understand, I'm certain he wiped away a tear. I'm so sorry, Little Sis, I didn't mean to make you cry. Your brown eyes look so much like my Little Chris, I cried when I told her goodbye. Two lollipops, a bottle of water, Dear Jesus, how can I leave her alone. Perhaps she'd like this shiny quarter, I could love this sweet babe as my own. This precious, homeless, sun-burned lamb, Tore at his heart like no other, With tears in his eyes, he knelt down in the sand; Oh, dear Shepherd, where is her mother. He loved all those little faces, Their sad eyes touched his soul. He's do anything if he could erase; The shadows away; to be able to hold. He reached out; she came near, Touched his face; Wiped away his tear. He put her down; turned to leave, Just one more thing, for her tiny hand, Tucked in a pocket on his left sleeve, A tiny American flag; for you; from my homeland. Sweet baby girl, you're here in my heart; I must go; I've ever so much more to do. I make you a promise, 'tho we must part, I'm leaving my guardian angel with you. |