Extreme Costs
I wasn't born a fighter,and I'll never be,
Unless my country calls for it,
Unless they need me.
There's a sense of pride in my heart
that can't be disturbed
and if Uncle asked me to fight,
you know that I would.
This country is my home,
This country is all I know.
And to save her from all the evil things,
I would stand in front of bullets,
I'll be buried in the ground,
I'll fall with all my friends,
I'll get lost and never be found,
I'd easily give my life to keep her safe.
Yeah, it sounds scary,
but fear's the last thing on my brain.
Fear is nothing in the eyes of protecting my home.
This country is all I know.
America, This Country, is My Home.
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