21 guns

Sound off twenty one guns. on a cold rainy day,

Bury me in the leaning rest with the others, that went with a protest.

I will be in your heart.

But if I drop my M16, I will say good bye. To the life i once had

if I were to drop in battle than bury me under the eagle with it's wings open.

place me in the leaning rest.

Sound my bugle Now play it just for me, Accept my flag because it is still part of me

sommething i fought so hard to defend.

It will all be fine, i might not be there but i am.

If I were to die then continue to move on.

Only if I were to die. Start over; Again,

don't them see you cry for me, i was doing what i love.

Bury me with the others that died in forigen land.

never to come home awake, or see the love in families eyes.

sound off my twenty one guns.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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