Somewhere tonight a mother holds her child close to her breast, outside on her mangled streets our soldiers face their test.
We're taught they are our enemy, no mercy we must feel. But do we hear this mothers prayers as she holds her child and kneels.
Superior is what they say we are supposed to be, but God created all of men equal, loved and free.
So the next time you pray for our soldiers who protect us with their lives, say a prayer for the enemy for that is were victory lies.