Miles away
Can you hear my heart break?  
I thought we had more time
Before you left
But in 9 days you will be gone
And I'll be here
The same smile
Only slightly broken
The same eyes
Just a little more dull
The same laugh
Only silent
I love you
The way the dark loves the light
I'll love you for eternity
Even when your gone
And my eyes carry bags from the nights I can't sleep
Knowing I'm not by your side
I'm gonna feel it in the crevice of my bones when you leave
The places you've kissed will mourn
The places you've been will void
And the places you go will prosper
But I'll be here for the years to come
I don't know of what the future holds for us
It's beyond my control
I wanna believe you will come back
And we'll start up where we left off
But that happens in fairy tales
And fairies aren't real
So my love
Tell me
Do you hear every tear that slides off my cheek?  
Do you feel the ache in my heart?  
And miles away
Can you hear my heart break?

Hurt , alone , and taken away
I had no say
I only had them , the gray walls
The prison in my mind , I try to take my time so I could stall
Maybe if I close my eyes and blink , I'll be home again.
Suddenly I'm surrounded by a group of people in a circle and a shrink is asking me , "When?"
When did my life take a turn for the worst?
I stare into silence because I'm afraid if I talk my tears will burst.
I can't control anything at all
I've been here the remaining of the summer and most of the fall.
The drama did not dissipate
It only allowed in more hate.
No one is to be trusted that lesson was will learned.
I wish I had the smiles of the one's I loved and the smell of fresh cut grass oh how I yearned
Hope is what drove me like a well oiled machine.
I would do what they told me to , whether it was to stay in step or to clean.
I couldn't ever have imagined the feeling of freedom I once had and how different it is to be gone.
I'll never take for granted the ability to talk to my family , to wear what I choose , or the beautiful colors the sun creates at dawn.
In the end I did what I had to
I just wish you only knew.

Dead soldiers, lined up in a row,
Short history, how many more to go?
Dead sailors, some of them in an alley
Not sailing anywhere anymore are they?
Dead airmen, and also dead marines.
What if we’d been where they’ve been?
Men and women, fathers and mothers
We are burying our sisters and brothers.

Hut, two, three, four,
What the hell are we fighting for?
Five, six, seven, eight!
I’ll go to heaven if it’s not too late!

Dead soldiers, not just bottles of beer;
More come back home dead every year.
Used people, we let them get thrown away
By listening to what rich crooks had to say
Their empty promises were all about glory
But remember, most of that word spells gory.
Expendables, in the Big Game of profit.
The proceeds, none of them ever got it.

Hut, two, three, four,
What the hell are we fighting for?
Five, six, seven, eight!
I’ll go to heaven if it’s not too late!

Salute and makes parades, of course
And pin the cheap medals on a corpse,
A kid under orders to invade and ****
Hoping leaders wake, but they never will.
The politicians get rich in office when
They sing  patriotic war songs again.
Someday we all can stop all the killing
If love, providence and all gods are willing.

Hut, two, three, four,
What the hell are we fighting for?
Five, six, seven, eight!
I’ll go to heaven if it’s not too late!

Dear Mother

I shot another man today.
With a bullet a sent him on his way.
I went numb a thousand men ago.
Their faces haunt me when I try to sleep.
soldier that’s my occupation
A soldier Boy sending boys like me to their graves.
Lord have Mercy on the soul of this soldier boy.

The dawn cracks as the majestic artillery ceases its roar.
I sit in a trench that once sustained life.
A boy in men’s clothes, watching and waiting.
The whistle sounds that puts my heart in my throat, as fear rolls across my body.
I climb the 20 foot ladder in seconds, over the top rifle at the ready.
I’ll do my part for king and country.
As I look across the writhing and moaning muddy hell.
The barking of machine guns reach my ears.
With the sound of steel bees whizzing past my head I run past the barbed wire nest that protects our trench.
As I sprint with a scream in my voice, a fear in my heart and heroics running through my brain.
I see the enemy close yet a 1000 miles away.
Suddenly the world goes quiet, slows, my legs fail and I fall to the embrace of the mud.
Another lost son to the heavenly hell of Passchendaele

Whether you look deep from the iris
You will not find the truth in vague photographs
The sound of the past still haunts dreams

The battlefield takes life without exception
Even those who do not desire it must ******
The sound of guns embrace all
Another bystander, I mustn’t walk this way

I couldn’t be a soldier no matter how courageous
On the inside I’m overcome by the fallen corpse
The act is over but the ****** scene is more clear than ever

I flee into a coffee shop
I embrace the silence by talking to myself
My soul shaking with fear from the gun in my grasp

The server brought coffee without sugar
I turned to see a dead fly in my cup
Just another confrontation with death
If only I could swallow it away