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Back when I was younger, Still growing and getting stronger I was asked "what do you want to be when you're older?" I said I wanted to be in the Army Looking up to my Dad, My absent role-model As he fought overseas He was my only idol I wanted to serve a greater cause Fight for what is right, no hesitation no pause Just end what is wrong to make the world a better place Meet these terrorists with a gun, fighting face to face But then I heard some stories of war A man went over not knowing what to fight for Should he fight because he must, who could he really trust? So many doubts and he ended up at Deaths door Could you just imagine All the carnage and the damage? **** that, imagine standing next to What remains of your friend Being the one to carry him Off of the battlefield And laying him to rest in An unscarred, peaceful, quiet field I just don't think I could cope No matter how much I want to fight Torn in two, between wrong and right Between the warmth of the dark and the cold light
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 1:32 AM UTC
Younger Times
Back when I was younger, Still growing and getting stronger I was asked "what do you want to be when you're older?" I said I wanted to be in the Army Looking up to my Dad, My absent role-model As he fought overseas He was my only idol I wanted to serve a greater cause Fight for what is right, no hesitation no pause Just end what is wrong to make the world a better place Meet these terrorists with a gun, fighting face to face But then I heard some stories of war A man went over not knowing what to fight for Should he fight because he must, who could he really trust? So many doubts and he ended up at Deaths door Could you just imagine All the carnage and the damage? **** that, imagine standing next to What remains of your friend Being the one to carry him Off of the battlefield And laying him to rest in An unscarred, peaceful, quiet field I just don't think I could cope No matter how much I want to fight Torn in two, between wrong and right Between the warmth of the dark and the cold light
Just reminiscing over some younger times
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26/Trans Female
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 1:32 AM UTC
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