Soft faced, soft handed, bright eyed.
They come not knowing what is in store, but ready for anything.
They work, rain, sleet, snow, sun. They hurt, they burn, they cry and all you can see is the lonely tear trailing through the dirt stained face.
They long for home, for wife and child, mother and father. Friends.
But they fight. They fight for freedom, they fight for love, they fight....
For us.
And somehow, some where half way across the world, they become Men.
Welcome home. You were missed.
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
Boys to Men They come as boys, eager and willing to learn. Soft faced, soft handed, bright eyed. They come not knowing what is in store, but ready for anything. They work, rain, sleet, snow, sun. They hurt, they burn, they cry and all you can see is the lonely tear trailing through the dirt stained face. They long for home, for wife and child, mother and father. Friends. But they fight. They fight for freedom, they fight for love, they fight.... For us. And somehow, some where half way across the world, they become Men. Welcome home. You were missed.
Brief - 2007-07-05
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