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by PTO
Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1545156
what a soilder may be thinkin
My friend
Do not sorrow for me
I am still here
Fighting for you and the land of the free
Listening to the cold and lonesome rain
I look back to yesterday
And here the cries of pain
As the tears start to well
The memory is so vivid
Of him and the others who fell
Wondering if I will always be haunted
By these poor souls
it seems I am being taunted
As I get to one knee
To pray to my god
I shall not pay the ultimate fee
But if I shall pay
That horrible fine
Please listen to what I have to say
My friends do not sorrow for me
For I will be in heaven
Watching over you and the land of the free
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