It’s in the eyes of the children
As they leave for the very first time
And it’s in the heart of the soldier
As he takes a bullet on the front line
It’s in the face of a mother
As she takes the force of a blow
And its in the hands of the father 
As he works his fingers to the bone 

“I remember you were a pretty good kisser.” 

“I let things slide because of my feelings for you.”