| He came into this world, helpless and unformed
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| I held him in my arms as he lay newly born
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| I said I would protect him and soothed him with my voice
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| America, here’s my boy
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| I taught him to say words and stand up on his feet
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| I held his tiny hand as we crossed the street
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| I told him that his days should be sown with joy
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| America, here’s my boy
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| We watched them play soldiers out on the schoolyard
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| Pretending that the enemy was nothing like we are
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| With glory for the hero whose weapon is just a toy
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| America, here’s my boy
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| They said there were sacrifices greater than the need
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| The strength beyond blood that no mortal hand can bleed
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| The letter I received, I held it in my hand
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| And though the words were clear, I could not understand
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| How the memory lives beyond what can destroy
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| America, where’s my boy? |