pure fiction (or is it*)

Cry not for me my country
At my passing swathed in blood
Blood I shed for you
So that in freedom you could live
I was but 21 when the fatal bullit hit
And yes it was no heroes death
As I lay screaming in my own ****
At 21 I was considered old
And looked up to by the kids
But the 7.62 doesn't choose
Who to miss or who to hit
And so to all you brave young men
Who choose to go to war
Do you really want your loved ones
To shed tears over the fresh turned sward

~~
when the silence comes down
in the darkness
the space between you and me
is just a sigh

some of the awaking words
floating in the mind
where tunes comes from
the next door

words to have come out
slowly
poetry as the whispering of  
dry dropping leaves

come up in the
hopeless romantic flute
comes on the
tune of the lost love

a portrait of broken dreams,
black and white
where exists a defeated faded face
and your silhouette
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

It's been raining all night long
And I've been singing sad love songs
Looking at the sky so dark and gloomy
The air so wet and cold and hazy

Looking from my window
At the streets so wet and dreary
And the rain came slowly down
As though it had not the spirit to pour
That's exactly how I feel tonight
Sad, emotionless, empty, lonely

I pray for a little sunshine
For a new light at the end
For warmth once more to fill my heart
Banish sadness from my soul
To bring new joy after long wet days
Bring a new life, a new start
For what is yet to come

Begone dark clouds of sadness
Begone wet cold, begone
Welcome to a brand new life
Welcome a new beginning
Although the rain has played its part
The sun will warm the living

The sun has warmed my aching heart
No more sorrow, no more pain
Dark clouds have been lifted from my mind
By sunshine after rain

343
Yes remember that number
Many of you will never understand the significance of
343
But that is the number of firefighters
Who died that infamous day on 9/11
Why did they die?
Simply because the lives of others
Meant more to them than their own lives
Yes, they were nervous, even scared
But they never faltered
Their final sacrifice on our behalf
Means that there is still hope
Their solidified blood
Is the foundation that a great nation
Has built an even greater nation on
Never forget that number
**343

Many words written without feeling mean nothing
BUT
A few words written with love
Mean everything