| Were born on an island far far away we wear green cammies every single day we put ourselves through hell and then ask for more to bear the symbol of united states marine corps we fight in far off lands with desserts and more we fight for pride and freedom and for our corps we don’t ask for great pay or a half decent meals there is no way a poem can describe how we feel when we get back there will be tears in both of our eyes yours are for happiness mine are for my friends that died unless you make the sacrifice and do what we’ve done you’ll never get the feeling that your freedom was ever won freedoms not free although it may seem thousands have died yet you haven’t heard a scream when the wars over and peace is restored you will go on with your life but thousands never more |