Don't you cry-- I'll return. Theres something that I gotta earn. It may be small, it may be light. But in my heart, I know its right. I took the pen and signed the page, With my name it was engaged. I raised my hand and then I swore, To serve; nothing less, maybe more. This is on no one's behalf . . Its just a more deserving path. Uniforms all squared away; I'd choose that outfit anyday. A silve…