Call me every name in the book
murdered, baby killer, Satan
it matters not to me
for i will preserve your freedom
slap me, kick me, and spit upon my uniform
for i will stand here as you do so
silently, and as unmovable as the mountains
only when you are done with your abuse
shall i say
your welcome
for i will stand as the vanguard
watching the night as you sleep
so nothing will harm you or your family
i will give my life
without a second thought
so you may continue to belittle me
even after i am gone
resting upon fiddlers' green
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 10:47 PM UTC
Call me every name in the book
murdered, baby killer, Satan
it matters not to me
for i will preserve your freedom
slap me, kick me, and spit upon my uniform
for i will stand here as you do so
silently, and as unmovable as the mountains
only when you are done with your abuse
shall i say
your welcome
for i will stand as the vanguard
watching the night as you sleep
so nothing will harm you or your family
i will give my life
without a second thought
so you may continue to belittle me
even after i am gone
resting upon fiddlers' green
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