This is war
This is war
A young young soldier
Who wrote a wra supreme
He send it in a closed envelope
while canons flew the sea
The footprints of a soldier
left prints so damn deep
leving marks in his lovers heart
Waking her every night she fell asleep
While he marched with a gun in hand
She made dinner for one
He bitterly shot his enemies down
Not realizing what he'd done
A middle aged soldier
Who had retired from a war
Changed into a different person really
Not like how he was before
His wife refuses to speak to him
His kids don't want to carry his name
In love as a soldier who has killed
Will never return the same
The war supreme that he'd written
Is now covered in blood, he thought
A war veteran isolated and confused
Not knowing for wich cause he'd fought.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Dinsdag, mei 02, 2006 18:55 |
| beautifully written! x! |
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| Dirk Hermans: | Maandag, mei 01, 2006 21:04 |
| moedig neergezet groetjes Dirk |
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| Auteur: Heidi 13 jahr | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 01 mei 2006 | ||
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