Sep 2012
No Matter how hard I try
Washing them
The Blood doesnt come off
This Blood
Of Men, Women, and Children
Have stained me
Inside Out
So Many Innocent…
I think to myself will I ever be forgiven
Once I return
for the blood on my hands ?
Washing them
The Blood doesnt come off
This Blood
Of Men, Women, and Children
Have stained me
Inside Out
So Many Innocent…
I think to myself will I ever be forgiven
Once I return
for the blood on my hands ?
To be in the shoes of a solider who, may have done something they may not be proud of.
