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.