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Scream and angers came into my life Run as fast as you can to survive Blurred vision and smoke in the sky There is nothing I can do but cry   The promise of coming back will be broken in small piece
Scream and angers came into my life Run as fast as you can to survive Blurred vision and smoke in the sky There is nothing I can do but cry   The promise of coming back will be broken in small piece
A small town girl beginning her life He came into her world with a fight. She never expected to fall for him. Now she wonders where he's always been.   Their story started in the Fall
I never knew the path I followed, I never knew how close I'd walk, I never knew my life was broken, I never knew my dad was not Taught me how to be myself, taught me how to read and talk
A flag draped coffin on a stifling day With somber taps that seem to say A grateful nation, as your dead we lay Into this earth, in a special way - Salutes your service, and the life you gave
keep your head up, soldier. you are here because you chose to be. keep your head up, soldier. men like you don’t cry. and never in front of anyone else.
My sister used a quarter in a machine the other day, one that drops random surprises, mostly worthless but still they are kept, for reasons unbeknownst by most As the claw picked up a ball, stale candy joining the fall
Wake up! Can you see? They're falling down on their knees, Lying on the ground with blood falling down their cheeks.   Listen up! Are you deaf? From a distance, you can hear them.
Chin up soldier For love is war Because our hearts and mind can not align Is this what we need? Love is war  
He holds his head high As he marches on to war Ready to go home
He wakes up ready to fight I wake up alone with my heart all tight  His boots walk above piles of sand My feet hit plush carpet colored tanned Each day we send letters hoping everything will be alright   
Can you hear me now? As I call out into the silence shattering the illusion of peace only to refill the space with the weeping of the mourning, and groaning of the dead, the screaming of the innocent
Our American soldiers stand tall and immovable with the want of freedom gleaming in their eyes.
So much is different,Happiness is such an expensive rent, You expect me to be calm,To apply over these wounds a healing balm?
There were once twenty-five toy soldiers. They were all brothers, born of the same mold extrude. Splendid in their uniforms, they proudly displayed their colors of red, white, and blue.
I hold the gun in my handsits pointed towards innocenceI can't control my thoughtswhen and why did it come to this?
Protected Strong The flag ripples in the wind so beautiful, frail, strong like our soldiers starting as frail beautiful people
Broad stripes, what our soldiers bleed. Bright stars, what our children see.   The youth watch fiction and fantasy,
War
I love you. My gosh do I love you.   I dream about you. We lay on the beach, we eat in fancy restaurants and I have even visited you overseas.   I've seen you get shot. 
A Strangers Bravery   There is so much pain and suffering, For a land that should be free, So much death and anguish,
I say a prayer for the departing warrior, Departing for lands whose soil is littered with landmines, To fight a war he doesn’t understand, To possibly die in a country he couldn’t care less about
The best part of my day is dawn. I feel the least pain then; but then I hear footfalls, “Clung clung clung” down the hallway. My pain approaches; the commencement of terror.
The smell of blood invades my nose every morning around dawn and we were not woken up quietly. My eyes opened wide to the sounds of screams penetrating my eardrums.
I hail from a tribe of giants. Men AND women each grand In size and heart and mind. Titans who built the world up  And gave it greatness.   I hail from a clan of giants. Four brothers-
Zoom! The bullet slid past his arm,  Boom!  His men collapsed to the ground. He trudged on through the sand like a starving scavenger snake.The American Flag shown over his weary arm.
Today is her first birthday On the twenty-first of May. She looks beautiful on a 3x5, But I’m a million miles away.   I’m a million miles away,
Red is the blood that has been bled White are the tears that have been shed Blue is the air and the seas through which our soldiers come home Golden are those troops with whom our hearts roam  
She's drowning in a sea of shadows   The world fades away   The only thing in her tear streaked eyes   Is his dying face
Her lips are red Her smile is soft Around the room a menthol waft Her heart my place to build a toft   Charcoal swirling on the page
Not so little soldier boyOff to do what's right Thirteen weeks to make or breakHe then goes on to fight
Two things I can't deal with A broken heart and a new addiction The man I loved abused my trust And at the moment I got zannies in my system I'm just a young female trying to make it  In a world where if we don't got it we're going to take it  The
his fatal fall down into the World which. stopped, yet still a l i v e anxiously waiting for normality to Rebirth.
Soldier of Christ   I tend to see too many people going through their relationship with Christ like it's a job. Being a part-time Christian, but expecting a full time God.
Bury me where the water is clear where there is no hate or talk of despair I want to know what that kind of life is like for a soldier who stood fighting an unknown right.
The TV screen flickersShowing what I am so used toBut it's more horribleThan fun little pixelsThey are real peopleShedding real bloodFor a cause that's not so realI fret and worry
Imperfection. That means flawed.  Doing all that you can day in and day out, living the struggle.   They see you trying, they don't see you crying when you are staying up late after work.
I am molded, made to kill. Rough and tough. Strong and buff. Turned cold and distant by hours of training.   Sir! Yes, Sir! The sheets are changed. The racks are made.
When the man I loved tried to commit suicide, I can only describe my pain as having my heart ripped through my chest with hands of barbed wire, broken-glass dreams and smoldering promises.
 It was in the clove of seasons,  the flowers were stained. The grass around was wet, from the night when it rained.   A tombstone now stands, where the bleeding tree once stood.
Our men are made of flesh and blood
Red, white and blue is the color of our flag that we represent, the one who wont stand, the ones who fought for us their lives are gone but as long as I live I'm going to defend.
Could I really be heard? I am seventeen year old young lady, Sierra I’ve been to ten different schools, Nisqually to Ridge, on to college and back here.
You went through hell and back And you didn't deserve what came. You really tried to get back on track, But after war, things just couldn't be the same.   You gave your life, shooting guns and ammunition,
The first time he looks through the barrel
You used to stand so big and tall;
They say that love is a battlefield.So do you feel the beating of my heart every step you take in combatDoes the dust in the air create silhouettes of my face,Do you try to feel the embrace of my arms
He grits his teeth despite the rough sand The blood spattered on a dented helmet Because He not only fights for his country, For his freedom, but he fights for Her
Here we are, wounded and scared. With fear in our hearts and confidence in our eyes we run for cover as the bullets fly by. Flash back to a young lad on the living room floor, as his eyes lit up at the commercial he adored.
We continue to wage this pointless war, 
Can you believe it, I'm leaving in three days? How could I, I didnt have a say I'll miss you babe. When you get there write me a letter kay?
A sea of dead bodies Lay on a blood-stained field. The dead are nothing but a memory. The last one standing is the winner.  The one who kills all the others- He is called The Hero.
It's bleeding time The lost soldier Burried in the midst of the fight Death among the living Damned when we are young Stung by what we hold so dear Where will you go when you die?
Why is the world so mean?
It’s been 5 years to the day, But when I wake I still see your face. They say you died a hero, I just wish you were here with me, All those times I needed a brother To help me be who I should.  
My Hero (first and last line provided by Bradley Quick)   And no matter how much I tried, the blood dripped down…
We woke up in this place, shattered but alive,   The world is a monstrocity,  we manage to survive.   Torn up children's faces and corrupted civil wars,  
If I had the power, I would help a baby bird to fly. I would teach it how to use its wings. I would catch it if it fell. I would make it believe in itself. If I had the power, I would help the mother on minimum wage.
A lost soul in a pit of despair,
I like to rest my head on his chest and hear his heartbeat, Because I like to feel that he is still there, With me, Alive.   Because after my soldier leaves,
A girl sits and thinks about the man of her dreams. Brown hair, brown eyes, A smile that beams, A man to help her through her lows and highs.   She imagines him as a doctor or lawyer.
Clenched fists, Immoveable jaw,
Gone away to war has he, Always meant the world to me He was strong, he was tough,
I ran today. I ran as the bombs blew. I ran as the bullets flew. I ran to a giant mound of sand. I ran to the place where I would take my last stand. I turned and raised my rifle.
War
The Soldier
Army Is US! Strict, Strong, Stern. Army is you. Tall, Proud, Heroic, Brave Army is you.   I will stand by your side. I will support you always.
Tactics tactics we need to move.
We tread the night. We tread the night and we own it.And as a master strikes its beast, we crack the whip without a flinch of an eye. But we flinch.
Jack stands behind all his friends, waiting for the whistle to blow. He's scared, and wants to go home. He misses his mother and father, and hopes that they are okay. He wants to play Soldier, not be a soldier.
The world’s deadliest sword clenched in hands that has no defined color  dancing across fields that are pure white. It is wielded by soldiers who carry more ideas than a beast of burden can bare.
Do not worry now my dear soldier,        my hand shall always rest upon        your broad wide shoulder. If fear courses through your brave viens        know that you will be safe.
Now all is through, the battle is over,  The en’my retreated and gone.  The faint bugle calls still heard from afar; In the distance the fifes and drums.   Nearly all is still – deathly still,
Soldiers man the ramparts Beer and wine are rife A soldier makes his rounds Peace is at hand The soldier careth not Yet, he does Protection of his peers Is very near and dear
With tears unshed, and eyes open wide Days of class and work and normal blur by, But now I think I’m safe with eyes dried, Yet why do I always feel about to cry? This world is cruel, not one I trust as a friend That has not hurt my heart or mind,
We won the battle. We fought the fight. We rode in saddles Til' the end of the night.   The blood was spilled. Boys became men. Innocent tears filled. Their dads, they wouldn't see again.
Horror is an empty word Loss, Bereavement Terror, Desperation Torment all are such empty words There are no words not in English, Arabic Greek, or German to describe
In the field, on your toes, eyes always open.Blink, you're dead.
I watched the flag pass by one day, it slithered in the wind. A young soldier saluted it, and stood at ease. Like a red rose looms with yellow flowers. Reminiscing on years back, United as one.
The woman stood in front of the table,  her sad hands holding his flag. It's days like this that when she can't cope. She can't seem to forget the day they called, informing her of his death in battle.
War
I dodge, run for cover As my fellow soldiers fall around me I escape only by the hair on my scalp Bullets swiftly streak past me Hunting, pleading for a target Bombs explode, the ground erodes
Black runs like the river Mixing with the fallen red already on the ground Swirling, eerily, on the black pavement Clear drops fall, Some the pure of rain, Others heavy & laden with salt
You said you would be my shining starLook into the night skyI know where you are
Sitting on these cold, wet, muddy grounds. Nobody will ever know or feel this but me. Starring at the skies filled with stars, reminds me of the lightbugs back home. My heart beat gets stronger by the second.
We are the Best The Bravest At least that’s what is said Over and Over again Even after our Last Breath
cracked rum  eyes              drum drum drum huh-umming a tune swirling like a ball in a jug a warbling happiness, tickling edge of tongue not whitman’s yawp but I’d like to think it’s similar
War
Trotting through the hot narrow alley, rifle on my back. My companion to my left: Richard, I think. The sound of gunfire boiling in the distance.
You may be overseas but you're still in our hearts We're not together now but you consume every thought There's not a day we don't wish you were here and every night is ended in prayer for you
It's been almost a year, Lying alone in bed, Yearning for him to be by my side again. Last summer we spent sleepless nights, Caring for each other each and every night. When he was sick I sang him to sleep,
Take me back to a place worth seeing, these bleeding rafters that hold mud ceilings, we cry out to hear an echoes embrace, for dreams laying hollow among this place, Bells ring among powder's stench,
  The battle is over The victory is won A young soldier returns home He has seen much Loss Suicide Explosions Friends ripped apart Killed by a heartless enemy
Pitch black. The streetlights question the blinds for answers. They slightly part their lips to gossip but are sworn to secrecy. I knew the walls were talking though. You could hear the paint chipping
That Life we Live We don't live the life of boredom We are free, we are birds We are always on the move seeing new things, & new things seeing us..
Rest now soldier your quest is put to rest Bloody wounds ache in sorrow it'll be better for you tomorrow You'll leave the battle field once in for all He's waiting to take you home soldier hear his call
He says he’s broken all the time, there’s something wrong with his head: There are monsters in there that push to get out. It’s almost funny because he’s the most whole person I’ve known.
Song of an Unknown Hero The war, it seems has waged its toll on me there is no sound I'd rather hear than quiet peace but only the Fates will tell when it's undone until then I will just sing this simple mortal song
Am I a bad person, for liking a man in a uniform, even though I cringe at the thought of the material giving way to daggers and silver bullets? I feel like I am. My gut.
I'm shutting down What else am I to do? Till you come around Till then I'll wait for you So broken How I feel inside words unspoken All these feelings denied
He held the ink stained letter It came to him from miles away Hung on to every word written From the girl that begged him to stay
Dear Aisha, Celebrate me home. With Hugs and kisses galore. Recieve me into your home With hospitality only my emotion can adorn.
I watch you walk Out to the plane You turn and you look at me Before turning your back again And that's the last time I saw you alive Before throwing yourself Into the fight
I watch you walk Out to the plane You turn and you look at me Before turning your back again And that's the last time I saw you alive Before throwing yourself Into the fight
A soldier In love; In hate; In shock; Inner Earthquake. A man Dizzied; Affected; Wronged; Feeling neglected.
You have the strength of a soldier and the willingness to fight. You have the strength that will carry you far through foreign lands. A gun strapped to your back that wears you down, yet you still have the strength to keep going.
I am from the infantry. From soldiers who have fought to their death. Through deployments and basic training, they triumph over all. I am from a war that gave us freedom.
Stand straight, stand tall, stand proud don't you dare give up. your strength, my strength... it is all we have back straight, feet together, now they are apart must be perfect
A story about my Uncle Sam who doesn't seem to get enough money, and it's hurting every single person out there.
As we walk into the line of fire Memories start running through our heads Some of us remember playing with our kids Others seem to recall when they themselves were kids
A droplet drips down Ruby red and perfect Falling from the wound Of the fallen man Lifting his head He tries to stand But, alas, he can't He is a fallen man
A river runs red Blood soaks into the ground Aided by the rain Corpses litter the field Bodies with faces Life lights their eyes no more What's that young man's name? No one is sure
My Dear Love, I don't mean to be crude But I feel it my duty To tell my story to you If you could be so bold To not shed a tear I will be in your heart always Fighting with your fears
As just a boy you made your decision to become a man, you thought long and hard and didn't take a thing for granted it was in your final year of childhood that you chose to take a stand
I pull into the wooded area, marked with a sign With tear-filled eyes, I find what was once mine Chills run down my spine as my car slows to a stop I glance to my left and my stomach drops
This man has given everything he has has given so many years of his life for you. To protect you. And you have the nerve - the sheer audacity - to fight? Your petty argument
In the dark, I swear I feel Your arms around my heart In the day I think of you I pretend it's ok Knowing that you're A million miles away In the war
A light in the dark is all to look toward A tunnel, a window, a crack in the door Though many have fallen I'd the luck to be found 'Neath that red, white and blue Whilst I laid in the ground
I will salute ! But I will not shoot ! In war we hear soldiers Roar their last words And shooting was they last verbs
If death was a hole in the ground, the end of things to come. If death sent you nowhere, only chose to take you from If I thought that death was the end of things, nothing left to do Then I would have died with you.
It's complex and growing, alive A breathing thing That was suffocated for many years Cut with words Lacerations deep from childhood wounds But growing: through days together, drives for errands
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