Tell Her
The howl of endless bullets in the dark
It seems I am heading to the graveside
And maybe if I don't return back
Tell my mother that I have tried
In the warzone am not alone
I have to die and let live the rest
Put some flowers on my stone
And tell my wife I did my best
I'm trying hard seeking my glory
And if the results fall to zero
I won't have time to say sorry
Tell my daughter I was playing hero
This poem is about:
My family
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