After the war
I lay on earth...
At eighteen years of age
Contemplating the possibilities...
At eighteen years of age
Contemplating the possibilities...
At eighteen years of age
Contemplating the possibilities...
At eighteen years of age
Contemplating the possibilities...
Starvation, disease, and neglect
brings no escape from that night...
As white doves fly over a patriotic nation,
The crowd looking up, recognizing King's...
Old weathered hands, like baseball gloves ,like...
Hold the cold steel shakingly ,smoking like a...
Tradgedy....
it's so sad that very few...
The tongues of the young men
hushed, every person standing...
Song Of Freedom
By Mark Spencer...
You don't know.
But I'm the girl who cries every morning...