Lord, before I lay me down to sleep
I pray, thee Lord, his soul to keep.
Watch him through his distant night,
prolong his orders to go and fight.
Keep him here safe and sound,
keep his boots on American Ground.
Allow him trips to come back home,
give us time for our love to grow.
But when the time comes and we're oceans apart,
give him peace to ease his heart
Give him sleep to ease his soul,
keep his eyes on the goal.
Show him miracles throughout each day,
showing him that I am continueing to pray
Surround him with angels, watch over his bed,
Keep him safe so his blood isn't shed.
Give him strength each passing day
knowing your race isn't far away
Give him memories of me by his side
so he does not once doubt that I remain semper fi
you see lord this marine is my friend, my love, and my life,
and I pray for the day that he calls me his wife
I know he must first serve your purpose so i sit and patiently wait
Bit if something happens to him, let him enter your gates
Because you see, God he is a selfless and sacrificing man
He has already given so much for the people of this land
My lips he can not kiss my arms he can not embrace
He sleeps alone in his rack in a bare and confined place
He's missed his mom's cooking and his cousin's hugs too
that's why is a part of The Proud and The Few
so please reserve his pass, tell Peter to let him in
Because he's already gone through hell...don't make him go again
but please don't take him from me yet Iraq and heaven can wait
I want ot grow old with him. i want to join him at the gates
Can't you see dear Lord, as true as it seems
I can't live my life not without my MARINE
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