Ran to Death

how i described my father..i always knew he was in iraq but i didnt meet him till I was 16

His arms were bold and strong,
He didn't love me for too long,
When he left, he ran to death.
\He left when I was two,
Any special moments were small and few,
When he left, He ran to death.
\He has a new life,
He has new kids and a new wife,
When he left, He ran to death.
\When the twin towers were hit,
He left for Iraq without a fit,
When he left, He ran to death.
\I never got to know my dad,
But I pray to God and wish I had,
Because when he left, He ran to death.


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