Mar 2014
I look at lights,
Laying beat and battered,
hoping,
thanking,
proud to cry,
I simply stare,
to greet my maker,
welcomed in by midnight sky.
I lived a great life,
I die a great death,
I saved my country,
I paved the world a new path.
No coins,
a shame,
but it's worth what I name.
Victory!
I bow,
vicotrious,
I bow to many,
I bow to all.
And now...
I fall.
Laying beat and battered,
hoping,
thanking,
proud to cry,
I simply stare,
to greet my maker,
welcomed in by midnight sky.
I lived a great life,
I die a great death,
I saved my country,
I paved the world a new path.
No coins,
a shame,
but it's worth what I name.
Victory!
I bow,
vicotrious,
I bow to many,
I bow to all.
And now...
I fall.
They fight for us. I'm not a fan of war, and I don't care too much where I live, but people go out and fight to keep YOU AND ME alive. They deserve credit. And so, I wrote this poem. Let these men go out with grace.
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