The Gas...

by Curtis Young   Nov 18, 2013


I just want to see my baby,
Instead of dodging bullets daily,
Will I survive another day, maybe...
As I smell the gas,
I think will this war ever pass,
This was a lot easier in class.
If I die then someones lost a farther,
Someones lost a son,
I wish I could see another day begun,
This pain hurtsmore than lava.

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