I'm sorry this must be in writing rather than in...
I feared that by facing you with my decision...
Michael Came Home
By Mark Spencer...
The tones of our skin
The colors of our eyes...
Every Morning We Wake In Our Warm Beds
While He Wakes Up In The Dust And Heat...
His Blood Stained The Ground
Her Tears Hit His Tags...
We are soldiers
And we march on...
Why they hate you, it's foreign to me,
I don't hate you, even in the worst calamities...
Mama tonight we die
Please no one cry...
He lifted his rifle then took aim and in those...
The thought hovered in his mind for those...
We blindly march
into violent battles...
Eager, love, I cant wait for the blood.
Pain, hurt, hit the dirt...
She sits in the cold, staring up into the...
Never calmer, she wonders why life cant be...