Off to war
With their heads held high...
I have cried and wept,
believed and had faith...
(For Syria)
I find a way...
Deep in the desert, dead and cast away
Where innocence is buried, in sand...
I wrote this and It's from experience. I'm in the...
These feet have felt so many steps...
At eighteen years of age,
Defining all the adversities...
~Inspired by the first history of Hebrews...
At eighteen years of age
Contemplating the possibilities...
Oh don't you color my voice with colors of ivy
Imprisoning me in my own room...
As I walk across the desert pack on my back gun in...
I see all the bodies lying on the cold land...
It's a catalytic repose
Of innocence and Dixie toes...
Don't Forget To Remember Me,
When your time has come...