A Brave Stand
I learned to shoot when I was eight,Providing food to fill each plate.
I’d roam the forest covered hills.
To hunt and fish would give me thrills.
When I was only twenty-one
I joined the army with my gun.
My friend who was most brother-like
Was killed before my very eyes.
And only some short days had passed,
It grieved my heart, but alas
My own dear brother died in France.
I knew I didn’t live by chance.
With firm resolve I fought and stood
For folks back home, the right and good,Enduring war and bitter strife
In hopes we’d win a better life.
I went back home with purple heart,So glad to have a chance to start
A family of a wife and girls.
To me they meant the whole great world.
In the steel mill I worked hard forWhat I fought hard for in the war,
For those I love, my lovely wife
For right and good, and better life.