Boots

	These were my boots	These would have been my boots
	I died on foreign soil	I died in my mother's womb
	It was my choice to go	It was not my choice to go
	It could have been avoided	It could have been avoided
	I was so close to going home	I was so close to being born
	It was a surgical strike	It was a surgical strike
	I never saw it coming	I never saw it coming
	I was completely dismembered	I was completely dismembered
	I was stuffed in a bag	I was stuffed in a bag
	I'll never see my parents again	I'll never see my parents
	I died for the freedom of others	I died for the freedom of another
	I have a permanent grave	I have an unknown grave
	My name is honored in stone	I do not have a name
	I am the product of a violent society	I am the product of a violent society
	I am remembered by a few...	I am remembered by a few...
	...and they pray that this needless killing will stop	...and they pray that this needless killing will stop

Return to Inspiration

Written by Ron Gordon