For my daddy fighting for all of our freedom in Afghanistan.
For us in the fifty states
Afghanistan is far
But for the families left behind it seems
Further than the stars
We know that it is a worthy cause
Our husband’s and daddy’s fight
But that thought doesn’t keep us from
Praying through the night
The parting day was hard to bear
His wife could hardly stand
His daughter was trying not to cry
His son clutching his daddy’s hand
His wife was stricken; full of grief
She so tried to be strong
But with her loved one gone for a year
The nights, they seemed so long
It tears apart good families
A terrible thing, this war
We’ll all be praying until we’re once again
A family of four
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