I can see the sands of Iraq My husband fighting back The sand drifts so deep To trudge on and on With your weary feet So hard to run In that burning sun, Never knowing if you may meet A terrorist you must defeat.
My husband, I pray for you every night That they will let you come home and kiss your wife At night the sand storms of Iraq Blow grit into your mouth It is bad for you, with no end in sight Your eyes must hurt tonight, When you sleep in your clothes The sand must chafe your skin And irritate your heart within
My husband, all you have Is to remember I love you I know you will not be the same again When you are through, Can you trust the people you see Life is so valuable Will Iraq ever be free If they do not want to be I know there are good people In Iraq who are lost I ask God to help them at any cost
I know you will do your best In the name of freedom I will ask The Son of God to bless.
