he see's you as a monster, and you know that's all right
we've been in our fare share of battles, but we haven't yet died
we've been through the desert, the mountain and trees
and the memories of faces still blow in the breeze
but had we not fought back we wouldn't be alive
breathing in the air and surrounded by blue skies
the flowers are a reminder of beauty in the world
it was gone in a flash as we plunged into war
as the klaxons went off, and the bomb shells did drop
the moment they march in, we set off our guns
the blinding lights that flash as we run down the roads
we may not live until tomorrow, but we can die in the sun
bodies lay here scattered, almost carved into walls
blood stains the churches, and our christ saw it all
there is no safe place for me to forget these memories
can you help me get over it, can you help me oh please
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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