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Return to Sender
Contributed by
ipulledthetrigger
on
Thursday, 20th April 2006 @ 04:33:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
war
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Dear Mom and Dad, His innocent eyes just seemed to stare back at me As if I had done something wrong Well, I did. And I have. The red trickled down from his chest to his arm to the ground His eyes staring back as if to say, You did this. Ill be home for Christmas this year, I swear.
Dear Mom and Dad, The captain says we take another neighborhood today If only the men in suits behind desks Got to be here and breathe our air Breathing sand clears your mind It sure cleared mine But this is my second year here And this sand is suffocating me Ill be home for Christmas this year, I swear.
Dear Mom and Dad, Tell Rachel I got the picture she sent me I wake up to her beautiful face every day now. But these days turn to weeks And these weeks turn to months And I can only hope Im still the one that she wants I never got to tell her I love her. Ill be home for Christmas this year, I swear.
Dear Mom and Dad, I got the papers back today. They say another six months sounds good for them. Ill be home for Christmas next year, I swear.
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