Trade Me Places
He gets up every morning,and dresses for PT.
He gives me a kiss,and says he loves me as he leaves.
He goes to do his job,does everything he's told to do.
You may not like who he is,but you like your freedom don't you?
You want to be a protestor,and wave your little signs,
but if it wasn't for the soldier,you'd never have those rights.
The right to speak freely,and see your family every day,
they give those rights to you,while theirs are taken away.
They're sent to a different country,have to leave their families at home.
You're not too worried about your life,but in a moment his could be gone.
Next time you want to protest,think about this for me...
What if it was your son or husbandthat had been sent overseas?
Would you still be there standing,saying that war is wrong,
or would you be on your knees praying,that he
safely made it home?
I love this poem!