Where is Forrest Gump???

You can see the stars in an Alabama,
a place we could trust our neighbours.
But we can't hide the fear in a Mother's eye
when she hears the rattling sabres.


But someone must rise and stand up to hell.
It's not easy to hold on to freedom.
Someone must stand where his brother fell.
It's tough but it just must be done.

How can we forget the young Forrest Gump,
how he carried his friends from the fire?
If Uncle Sam said, "we want you to jump",
he jumped and he jumped even higher.


We can't paint a smile on his broken heart
or joy in this young soldiers eye.
But he stood for the place where the rainbow starts ,
and the eagle is king of the sky.


What is it that makes these brave youngsters rise
and fight when they don't understand.
What is it that puts the truth in their eyes?
What is it that steadies the hand?


How can we forget the young Forrest Gump,
how he carried his friends from the fire?
If Uncle Sam said, "we want you to jump",
he jumped and he jumped even higher.


One day I dreamt there was no Forrest Gump.
There was no one to carry the colours.
No one to send off to the front,
to stand for our sisters and brothers