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Torn apart by war, re-united by Death Here I am again, in the deserts of the Middle East, Thrown back into the hell, the belly of the beast, I clutch my rifle tight, not wanting to let go, For if I am not quick enough, I'll fall unto my foe As I look around I see, so many brave, so many free, And I wonder, 'Why can't that be me?', But soon I'll be back home, and everything will be alright, For now I sit and wonder, whether this will be my last night, An explosion shatters the dream I'm in, and I'm back to real life, I'm back to old Iraq and a country filled with strife, The war goes on and I do not fall, unto the dreadful foe, The man behind the mask, up on that plateau, The hot lead hits me, it's fired from high above, I see white, and am there again, in  the arms of my love, The battle is lost, I know that I am barely alive, I realise that I have failed to survive, For once in Heaven I am sure, that my love there I will see, Once she dies and comes upstairs, re-united we will be, We will dance around the rosemary bush, just like the days of old, I hear the choppers fly away, and I'm left to die alone.
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Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 6:29 AM UTC
Torn apart by War, re-united by Death
Torn apart by war, re-united by Death Here I am again, in the deserts of the Middle East, Thrown back into the hell, the belly of the beast, I clutch my rifle tight, not wanting to let go, For if I am not quick enough, I'll fall unto my foe As I look around I see, so many brave, so many free, And I wonder, 'Why can't that be me?', But soon I'll be back home, and everything will be alright, For now I sit and wonder, whether this will be my last night, An explosion shatters the dream I'm in, and I'm back to real life, I'm back to old Iraq and a country filled with strife, The war goes on and I do not fall, unto the dreadful foe, The man behind the mask, up on that plateau, The hot lead hits me, it's fired from high above, I see white, and am there again, in  the arms of my love, The battle is lost, I know that I am barely alive, I realise that I have failed to survive, For once in Heaven I am sure, that my love there I will see, Once she dies and comes upstairs, re-united we will be, We will dance around the rosemary bush, just like the days of old, I hear the choppers fly away, and I'm left to die alone.
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j-hawkins
English
Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 6:29 AM UTC
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