everybody walks in their own shoes but no-one wants to try on my boots
day in and day out i wish people could see what we go through
the land,the people,the kids,the joy,and happiness
then there’s the pain,the sorrow,the frustration and anger
this is everyday constantly but u dont know all the danger
people i dont even know i call my brothers but to someone else they are fathers
sons and husbands that possibly wont be seen again
i always get asked when will i be home again
and i say the same thing over and over again…i dont know when
it seems like this time will never end
but i do this so you can have ur friends
husbands,wives,girl and boy friends,especially kids
but really i do it because…..well,there’s many reasons
its times like this where u learn that the small things u really miss
especially the one you use to kiss