A man by birth A hero by choice He gave his life for another, Saving someone at the cost of his own life: Life for a life, Brother for a brother, Friend for a friend.
A young child waits for him to come home.
A man by birth A hero by choice A son now without a father A family without a man A brotherhood without a brother A friendship without a friend A death tears the world apart.
A death destroys all.
A man by birth A hero by choice A friend during life A friend after death He waits patiently For friends and family alike to come home.
A young man with a family back home A wife and a little girl back home No one cares who he is now No one will remember him when he is gone Whether he was a grade “A” student or not He will be replaced if he falls He is a solider of America His unit drives strait into an ambush His friends killed by his side Death everywhere he looks Someone starts to yell fall back But is stopped in mid-sentence By a bullet through the heart Someone manages to spit the words out Once they finally fall back, He looks at the ragtag group around him A man from Georgia A couple from Tennessee Their leader didn’t make it Nor the man who finally yelled fall back He is the last of the officers Nothing in his training could have prepared him, For this Now not only is his life in his hands But those around him He breaks down and cries An aged man with a family back home A wife and a little girl back home Now he is all that stands between home and death His next move could be his last or his best He has a choice between life or death He has a choice between waiting or fighting his way out Waiting they could be ambushed again and all die Fighting their way out they could all die Only seventeen remain He chooses to fight his way out They break out the back entrance Only to find more enemies After a brief scrimmage they continue adrenalized They see a Humvee and a troop-transport that look unscathed He sprints followed closely by his men Halfway he hears gunfire His only target is the 50 caliber on the Humvee Running through bullets and crossfire he makes it His men low on ammo His enemies coming by the thousands He yells to get in as soon as he is shooting They escape barely losing only one guy But as their code says, No man left behind even his body comes He continues shooting over a hundred yards away Even though there are no pursuers He finally climbs back in He looks over his men checking for wounds Only to see the color drained from their faces He begins to see black He wonders if this is what death feels like A dying man with a family back home A wife and a little girl back home A Purple Heart recipient A Medal of Honor recipient A Medal of Valor recipient A man now decorated with honors An army veteran with a family back home A wife and a little girl back home A survivor of Afghanistan with a family back home A wife and a little girl
A man by birth A hero by choice He gave his life for another A man without a family A family now without a man Brother for a brother Friend for a friend A young child waiting for him to come home
A man by birth A hero by choice A savior to some A gravestone to others He put others in front of himself Saving them at the cost of his life Others are in his debt
A man by birth A hero by choice He laid down his life to protect another A son now without a father A family without a man A brotherhood without a brother A friend without his best friend A world torn apart Death encompasses all Death destroys all Death controls all
A man by birth A hero by choice A friend for life A friend after death He waits patiently For friends and family alike
I feel so heavy…. My knees buckle the pain sharpens my chest explodes I should be free I should be happy it was my choice after all so why do I feel like I am dying still why is it heavier sharper colder….. you aren’t gone or are you? I sit here now regretting it Am I insane???
He hates that no one sees He hates that he has no friends He hates the way he feels He hates when someone says to just change He hates feeling like a ******* He hates being ignored He hates me I hate him because we are the same person
Standing within stone walls of a church A cross in front of him. A cross around his neck. It’s silver cold on his bare skin The only reminder he allows himself to keep. Of a past life he wishes to forget. The hole grows larger each day. And he is close to giving up. The memory of why he has it.. The only thing that stops him. But it is not the cross that he sees The final night but that of his guardian angel. He decides it is best to live without the cross But rather with what he saw Can he just let his past go like that? By just giving it away. And replacing it with what he saw. His past promises his future his life
Each step hurts Each breath stings Am I insane? Each movement sends pain Each thought hurts Am I insane? Or am I hurt Pain courses through me Oxygen leaves my blood Am I insane Am I hurt Or am I still in love?
a thinker, an inker, a provoker, but why are they so much better, ballers, batters, singers, dancers, stars, why am I not that good liars, stealers, rule breakers maybe who I am is ok.....
what's the point of continuing on if the only thing that matters has stopped talking to you looking you in the eyes stopped from what was there started looking somewhere else what's the point of continuing
a short fall wont work maybe if I jump from the top ill be able to get you to look maybe then you could see you gave me everything I needed to be