They say we shouldn't be there,
They say its not fair...
The steady rock made from the waves
The winds blow against...
The sun was beginning to set
just over the hill...
2 proud 2 cry,
To strong 2 die...
As she arrives she holds her breath
Not knowing what to see...
"Dear Lord"
She said...
My brother
He is gone for now...
Playing a game called War
Where we trade in lives for freedom...
Hear my whisper
a sweet goodbye...
For every American tear
that has braught out our biggest fear...
Here I am
Here I stand...
AS I ponder'd in silence,
Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering...