Laying here tonight with my bible,
looking up at the stars in the sky.
Wondering why I'm over here Lord,
why do so many more have to die.

Lord many lives have been taken,
since that early September morning.
So many lives where taken that day,
It's said that we had no warning.

Left my place that I love in the country,
they sent me over here just to fight.
Fell that I doing what gotta be done,
but sure miss my family tonight.

It sure will be great to get back home,
and go fishing down at the lake.
I'm killing people I don't even know,
sometimes it gets hard to take.

Lord I ask that I may go back home,
so I can be with my wife and son.
Unless it's for their protection Lord,
promise, I'll never pick up another gun.

I'm praying tonight that you'll help us,
as Lord most of us don't like to kill.
Something we were taught not to do,
knowing Lord it's against your will.

© Walt Chapman
5/21/2002