The Price

by Marine Wife   Apr 22, 2009


The cries of fallen stars and stripes pierced the ears
The very cracking of broken mirrors

The wounded sounds of faraway soldiers
As they hid behind desert boulders

The glimmering of a far off light
That beckons them in the dead of night

The lives of the fallen pay
for those who wish to live each day..

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