He saw a dead crow,
in a drain near the post office...
To all the soldiers in Iraq, who for many years...
I wrote this epic poem. Our Hero was the title for...
All appears quiet, all appears calm.
It's pure, it's white, and his name is Solomon...
I am a small and precious child
My dad's been sent to fight...
As I lay in this trench,
I feel a sudden clench...
We will rise above this scarlet time,
And face our fears that cross our mind...
Fire, smoke, wounds that cannot be healed,
Lie screaming on the battlefield...
When I am weak
The future looks bleak...
We lead a life,easy and compatible
but do we ever wonder who made it possible...
I,Steven Patrick Gallenstein,
do solemnly swear that I will support and defend...
I hear America singing, the varied carols
I hear... the gunshots and the crimes thats...
He had a terrible life, but he vowed that he would...