Post by Haunted_Broken_Wings on Jun 26, 2008 23:11:45 GMT -6
She sits and looks out
Past the sea
To the distant lands
As a war rages on
Where a man once stood
The man stands tall
Proud and loving
Fighting for our freedom
And for the freedom of others
Fighting for their families
Here in America
Marching all in unison
Driving their tanks
And their buggies
The men stand brave
They look around
Surrounded by the death of others
One soldier stood
Holding a child in their arms
Crying for her mother
Her limbs now missing from a stray bomb
Slipping from life
The soldier
Shedding tears
For the innocent child
Dying in his arms
He looks around
And sees the direction
The child is searching...
Towards a woman
Who stared,
Blankly back
And he realized
This was her mother
Sorrow envelopes him
As he thinks of his own wife and daughter
What would he do
If they were to disappear
Gone, completely from his life?
Once again, the soldier sheds tears
Gently, he sets the child down
For she is now lifeless
And he pulls something,
Several things,
Out from his pocket
One is a picture of his wife
Another is a letter saying,
His daughter has been born
And,...the last
Was a card
With a bright blond curl
From his daughter's first haircut
The soldier drops to his knees
And stares at the sky
As bombs go off around him
The guns can be heard firing
Then,
All goes silent
And for a moment
He can see his wife, and little girl
Formed within the clouds
Then,
One shot
Brings him back
Only to fall
Holding the picture, and the curl
As if his life depended on them
And his body lays
Lifeless on the ground
Never to see
The smiling face of his wife
Or able to hold his little girl in his arms
Never to take his girl for a walk
Or simply take her to the park
Never to fall asleep next to his wife
On the couch during a movie
Never
But his little girl will know
How her daddy died
And how he was a hero
And she will stand by the sea
Looking out past the water
To a foreign land
Where her daddy once stood
And she will tell stories of him
Of how proud she is to be
Daddy's little soldier
I wrote this for anyone who's father, or mother, or any other family member is over in Iraq. My brother is there, though, I have never met him. And I pray that he will come home safe so that I will finally be able to meet my dear brother, whom risks his life for me every day.
Past the sea
To the distant lands
As a war rages on
Where a man once stood
The man stands tall
Proud and loving
Fighting for our freedom
And for the freedom of others
Fighting for their families
Here in America
Marching all in unison
Driving their tanks
And their buggies
The men stand brave
They look around
Surrounded by the death of others
One soldier stood
Holding a child in their arms
Crying for her mother
Her limbs now missing from a stray bomb
Slipping from life
The soldier
Shedding tears
For the innocent child
Dying in his arms
He looks around
And sees the direction
The child is searching...
Towards a woman
Who stared,
Blankly back
And he realized
This was her mother
Sorrow envelopes him
As he thinks of his own wife and daughter
What would he do
If they were to disappear
Gone, completely from his life?
Once again, the soldier sheds tears
Gently, he sets the child down
For she is now lifeless
And he pulls something,
Several things,
Out from his pocket
One is a picture of his wife
Another is a letter saying,
His daughter has been born
And,...the last
Was a card
With a bright blond curl
From his daughter's first haircut
The soldier drops to his knees
And stares at the sky
As bombs go off around him
The guns can be heard firing
Then,
All goes silent
And for a moment
He can see his wife, and little girl
Formed within the clouds
Then,
One shot
Brings him back
Only to fall
Holding the picture, and the curl
As if his life depended on them
And his body lays
Lifeless on the ground
Never to see
The smiling face of his wife
Or able to hold his little girl in his arms
Never to take his girl for a walk
Or simply take her to the park
Never to fall asleep next to his wife
On the couch during a movie
Never
But his little girl will know
How her daddy died
And how he was a hero
And she will stand by the sea
Looking out past the water
To a foreign land
Where her daddy once stood
And she will tell stories of him
Of how proud she is to be
Daddy's little soldier
I wrote this for anyone who's father, or mother, or any other family member is over in Iraq. My brother is there, though, I have never met him. And I pray that he will come home safe so that I will finally be able to meet my dear brother, whom risks his life for me every day.
