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.

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