Poems from LizCross
The wind from summer-land is golden
The salty air that touched the sea
The wind from summer-land is coming
And I sigh as it touches me
I’ve...
When they come up to her and say how sorry they are
And she seems to be holding up okay
None of them realize that what they’re saying
Is...
There was something about being young,
Watching planes fly over
With a hardhat on my head, Tonka trucks
In the dirt,
And my brother and I...
As the night falls softly on the frosted eve,
All alone a star shines, wanting to relieve
Any doubts or sorrows leaning on the mind
After...
My men went off to war
Left to die among the brave
Left to die among the cowards
Souls no bargaining can save
My men went off to fight...