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Life is a struggle,
living is hard,
and the burdens we bear
bring us low.

But then you find,
one special person
who changes the world
and makes you wonder,
"Was I ever even
living at all?"
Time is one thing
I never have enough of.
Leaving me with things undone
or with late, red-eyed nights.
But one thing is certain
an undeniable truth:
no matter what should happen
or what I must do
the only constant of my day is
I'll always make time for you.
For you I would do anything
I would give you the world
But I can't
So I give you myself.

For you I would do anything
Give you all I have
But never dare ask
For anything in return.

For you I would do anything
But the question still remains
If I give you my soul
Who am I.
Sometimes in my head
all I see is you.
I think of the future,
and all that we could do.
Though it's a scary thought
I know we'll be okay
because we're both strong
and will work hard everyday.

When I look into your eyes
it's hard to explain
the way the world changes
and the way I feel no pain.
You're so completely beautiful,
and I want you to know
that I'll always be right here
and I'll never let you go.
They promise you brothers and a country’s love
And say God has blessed you with strength from above
I give up my soul as white as a dove
But I will never get it back.
The glory diminishes once I have sworn in
They strip me of all that I own save my skin
Submerging me in violence and anger and sin
Staining the white of my soul black.
The call comes, the time to leave hence for abroad
Obey all my orders, “Aye Sir!” and a nod
While fighting in lands where there seems there’s no God
Get ready, we plan to attack.
Slaughter, ******, blood, death and gore
All that I have dreaded but always much more
The remains of my brothers lie strewn ‘cross the floor
So we save what we can from their packs.
Who am I now? Just what have I done?
Many have died and been killed, but who’s won?
No more memories of childhood fun
The war fills my mind full of cracks.
Somehow I manage to dodge bullets, survive
Yet what I am now is nor more quite “alive”
To be normal again, to forget, I do strive
I want to forget and go back.
Back to my country, land of the free and the brave
Seeking a welcome, ‘tis their love that I crave
But forever some hate me, despised ‘til my grave
Even at home I am under attack.
My mind is all twisted and my emotions are torn
Why was I chosen? Why was I born?
My heroic actions are viewed with full scorn
Relief from this darkness I lack.
My Uncle, Carl Book, was a CB in Vietnam. For years I didn't understand what he exactly went through, but he inspired me to join the military. I read many books and stories from people who were over there, and I finally understood what my Uncle's three Bronze Stars really meant. This was for him.
I once traversed a winding track
Through lands in which strife felt no lack
Each step, each mile, they carried me
Towards what I thought I was to be
Walking on through doubts and fears
This wondrous path carried me for years
Alas, all paths must meet their end
But are remembered fondly, as a dear friend.
Turning course is a task hard to do
When one thinks on what the road has done for you
But turning and changing, yea, moving on
Is a part of life, as the dusk is to dawn
Every new route, though seeming strange at first
Can also come to quench the wanderer’s thirst
For what is new is not always bad
And has its way of making the heart glad
So change your course, clear your own way
Lest you end on a path, and be troubled each day.
They fight for lives, though not their own
The threats they face are to many unknown
With their help we are ne'er alone
They are Soldiers.
They do what e'er they are told to do
They exemplify courage, honor, and bravery too
They will never stop protecting you
They are Soldiers
They will win spite any fee
They keep the land, the air, the sea
One day they will welcome me
They are Soldiers
I will join this mighty band
I will keep and guard this land
I will fight whilst I may stand
I am a Soldier
We will gain your lifelong trust
We will ne'er let our weapons rust
We are what we are until we return to dust
We are Soldiers
So hear me now and ne'er forget
On our honor you can bet
We live to serve with no regret
**We are Soldiers
I wrote this in high school, around Memorial Day
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