"Forgotten Soldier"Last night I had a dreamthat a soldier came to mea knight in camo armoris what he was to meHis face was fairbut his eyes were painedas he turned and said to meThey don't know who we areThey don't know where we've beenThey don't care anymoreAnd yet, and yetWe've fought for themWe've cried for themWe've lived, and bled, and died for themThey don't care who we areThey don't care where we've beenThey don't care how much we hurtAll the horrors that we've seenThey don't care anymoreAnd yet,Still we fight for themStill we cry for themStill we live, and bleed, and die for themWe are America's soldiers...and we will fight for her,and we will cry for her,and we will live, and bleed, and die for her...
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I was looking through my old notebooks of poetry and other random musings, and came across this poem that I wrote eons ago after having a rather disturbing dream... and seeing as this is me we're talking about, and I should be sleeping, but sleep is eluding me... I decided to post my poem on here. (Keep in mind, it was written quite a while ago, and I haven't edited it...)