This is my journey in which my life has taken me. Looking forward to meeting you along the way...
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Standing Up To The Plate
While in the midst of lighten sparks above me
Sounds of thunder crumbling, rolling down to die,
Hoping to see only replicas of me,
I watch through horrified disembodied eyes.
The long barrels cramp my hands
Dare I not let go
Nights befall me, days unfold
But we're stuck here all about us,
Crimson and gold
Was it our hearts that you broke
Or our souls that you stole
When you sent us here to restore
Our duty stands before
We pray for the crying
The young and the old
Yours, theirs, and mine
All of us, just want to come home.
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