The steady rock made from the waves
The winds blow against...
The sun was beginning to set
just over the hill...
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...
Playing a game called War
Where we trade in lives for freedom...
My brother
He is gone for now...
"Dear Lord"
She said...
As she arrives she holds her breath
Not knowing what to see...