The sun was beginning to set
just over the hill...
2 proud 2 cry,
To strong 2 die...
The rain pierces my skin
As the thorns pierced yours...
We are strong
We are right...
We are sent to fight on a distant shore.
Most of us have never even been there before...
Freedom isnt free
to get freedom...
AS I ponder'd in silence,
Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering...
Here I am
Here I stand...
For every American tear
that has braught out our biggest fear...
Hear my whisper
a sweet goodbye...
My brother
He is gone for now...
"Dear Lord"
She said...