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May 2013
Looking out on the watchtower
Seeing the birds freely fly,
Knowing that the landing zone will be gone
After today, I am no longer the same.
Seeing the birds freely fly,
Inspiration washes over my stress covered body
After today, I am no longer the same,
Being a leader.
Inspiration washes over my stress covered body
Trying to break free from my shackles
Being a leader
Building a nation of fighters
Trying to break free from my shackles
Knowing that the landing zone will be gone
Building a nation of fighters
Looking out on the watchtower.
Dedicated to my Aunt who passed away two days ago from Ovarian Cancer.
R.I.P Laurie.
I will never forget you.
Sora
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