"Thoughts of a Soldier"

Feel my heart beating, inside my chest
It's truly going, 90 miles an hour
As it's protected, by my bullet proof vest
I'm so hot, would like a cold shower
Standing guard in Iraq, this warm April night
Thinking of home, and my precious dear wife
On the street, there's truly not much light
Wonder if tonight, I'll lose my life
All my thoughts directed, watching for bad guys
Knowing this uniform, a target for their attack
Wishing I could wear, any other disguise
So we could arrest, that wicked old pack
Wish that Mr. Obama, could call us home
That would surely be, a wonderful delight
He just needs to call, on the telephone
We'd be headed home, the very next flight