One day.
some where...

That storm is about to blow.
I cut off my anchor long ago...

To find myself.
I get that feeling...

Ive always left.
my home...

Five years you have known me.
We met by chance...

I Know that theres no really poetry quality to...

As a marine we are taught not to fear death.
To go through pain with obedience and discipline...

Why is it that i feel a since of duty to the ones...

Yearning to talk but afraid to speak
afraid not of what others might think...

When you join this life
you volunteer...

Why is it that when you're backed into a corner
It makes you feel alive...

As I lie here away,
Thinking of what I should had done...