Come For Me
Twenty years in the jungle has taken it's
toll on me
I'm not the same man I used to be
But one thing's consistent ... I long to
be free
Please, Mr. President, come for me
The scars of my torture will never go away
I'm fifty pounds lighter. My hair is gray
But the shackles can't chain the freedom
in me
Please, ("mighty") lawmakers come for
me
If my family believed there's a chance
I'd survived
They'd fight to their deaths to prove
I'm alive
Please, lovin' family, come for me
Some captors say you don't know I'm here
That I'm doomed to this prison year after
year
God Bless America, the land of the free
Please, friends and parishoners, come
for me
Other captors say you know that I'm here
But refuse to accept the evidence, so
clear
Will some caring citizen hear my plea
Please, fellow countrymen, come for me
I'll have faith in my country 'till my
dying day
I'll never believe you could leave me
this way
My Country, 'tis of thee .....
Please, please, America, come for me!
Author: LeAnn Thieman
© 1987 - 2007
Links to other POW/MIA places.
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Below are some sites dedicated to POW/MIAs
that I
think are very special places worth visiting.
I will gladly
add a link to your POW/MIA site if you e-mail
me the link.
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