Dear God: I can't pray and say
All the things I want to at the end of the day.
I know you're with me and you always will
But I'll try to pray until my lips are still.
Dear God: Bless my mother so good and true,
For she's been thru what I'll never go thru;
And now this war and I'm so far away,
That's why I kneel and try to pray.
Dear God: Help me to keep the vows I made,
For the sea of troubles and temptations I'll wade.
Give me the strength that my mother holds,
For her prayers will keep me within Thy folds.
Dear God: Bless my girl so pretty and sweet,
Guide and keep her till again we meet.
May our love stay as strong as when I went away;
Please Dear God: It's so hard to pray.
Dear God: Bless my home which we're fighting to keep,
Where I first meet you at my mother's feet.
My family is there and all that I own,
So, please dear God, bless my swell home.
Dear God: when this war is over and all is through
And this proud world bows to do homage to you
There'll be millions and millions who come to say:
Dear God: It's me--I've learned to pray.
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Monday, February 23, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Dear Ma
Jan. 15, 1943
Dear Ma,
Now I leave, & don't worry ma everything will be alright,
I'll be marching home before you know it, at the end of this bitter fight.
And it will be home again, home again, a much improved fellow,
And we can live again, and do the things we want, peaceful & mellow.
And it will be peace forever, and the radicals done away with forever more,
And we can enjoy once again democracy, spirit, pride & glory,
and live just like before.
Now I leave, & don't worry ma everything will be alright,
I'll be marching home before you know it, at the end of this bitter fight.
And it will be home again, home again, a much improved fellow,
And we can live again, and do the things we want, peaceful & mellow.
And it will be peace forever, and the radicals done away with forever more,
And we can enjoy once again democracy, spirit, pride & glory,
and live just like before.
Your Loving Son (& Soldier Boy)
Tony
Tony
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