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Apr 09, 2010
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The Marine
As i lie here,
In this long forgoten place,
I realize i must look queer,
With this smile upon my face,
My blood has soaked the ground,
My rivers course run out,
But in this hour i have found,
Not one reason to sit and pout,
For all of those who came before,
And all of those to follow,
Destined are we now to soar,
To our families greater sorrow,
We've died on the shores of tripoli,
And one day maybe even mars,
We've died so you could say your free,
In each and every conflict of ours,
To the families of the few,
Do not cry for us,
'Cause we did not mean to cause this fuss,
Tell dad i'll miss the fishin,
But the trout are great up here,
Tell mom i'll miss her kitchen,
But please don't shed a tear,
For i'll be always watchful,
And i'll see you when you get here.
In this long forgoten place,
I realize i must look queer,
With this smile upon my face,
My blood has soaked the ground,
My rivers course run out,
But in this hour i have found,
Not one reason to sit and pout,
For all of those who came before,
And all of those to follow,
Destined are we now to soar,
To our families greater sorrow,
We've died on the shores of tripoli,
And one day maybe even mars,
We've died so you could say your free,
In each and every conflict of ours,
To the families of the few,
Do not cry for us,
'Cause we did not mean to cause this fuss,
Tell dad i'll miss the fishin,
But the trout are great up here,
Tell mom i'll miss her kitchen,
But please don't shed a tear,
For i'll be always watchful,
And i'll see you when you get here.
— zjeakin, Apr 09, 2010
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panaella
16 years 2 months ago
poignant
Seren
16 years 2 months ago
Dear Cowboy