Jul 2015
Bang, fizz
My mind goes back to years past
When bullets rang past my ears
And I couldn't stop the tears
As I held my dead brothers and sisters in my arms
But it's not without its charms
Because everyone is free
Everyone. But. Me.
My mind goes back to years past
When bullets rang past my ears
And I couldn't stop the tears
As I held my dead brothers and sisters in my arms
But it's not without its charms
Because everyone is free
Everyone. But. Me.
I am not a soldier but I've been reading about soldiers/veterans with PTSD who are in agony from the fireworks and I wanted to remind everyone that if there's one near you then please tell them when you'll be setting them off so that they can leave or wear noise-canceling headphones or whatever they have to do.
