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Contributed by
Private
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Thursday, 24th July 2003 @ 01:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I'm a soldier,
look at the ***** i see
everyday i see men bleed
blood is red and bodys cold
corpses rot and corpses mold
nothing can stop the sound of shells
nothing stops that putred smell
dieing soldiers in a trench like ditch
killed cold blood by a son of a *****
nothing here will show you bliss
dreams of walking, to stop this
but if you leave your awol men
so do you leave?... you cant die again!
you join up and sign your soul away
you mind is gone your body stays
nothing to do but sit and prey
that you make it through, and be back someday
but when your home no one will know
why you left or had to go
but to fight a war
you die but lived
try and explain that to the kids
why there daddy went away
and had to die on that day
and if he makes home hes dead
'cause hes seen death, born and bread
faced it off, went toe to toe
and knew the enemy had to go
kill or be killed was the word
pass it on and all have heard
that if you live your still not whole
your alive not in the hole
but you have gone so far away
'cause you lost your soul that day
war is gone but wars not past
how long will this madness last?
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2003-07-24 01:05:00]
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Re: No Title
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by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Saturday, 26th July 2003 @ 02:48:34 AM AEST
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Welcome to ypdc....good write....Interesting thoughts and question....
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