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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
wow, i havent writen a poem in a while....
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The men and women take their sides
Pick up their weapons
And prepare for the fight of their lives
The guns begin their call
And bullets scream through the air
And they fight, and fight, and fight
For liberty and life
Men and women fall to the ground
Dead from wounds from the other side
Piling high in growing mounds
Protecting the comrades who still stand
As they mourn for a moment and push on
Even when they can’t
Bones bleach in the sun
As the planet turns again and again
The fighters laugh at their fun
Shooting from hill and shadow, and field and light
With the cloud of victory or defeat directly over head
Like it was the first night
They battle on when others say they can’t
Against the enemy of terror in their sight
They fight longer than the brass meant
Knowing they fight the good fight
That needs to be won
And the fight, and fight, and fight
Hoping the future is bright
The guns loose their call
The bullets cease their scream
Soldiers rounded up from their shells
Tired for the core out
Lain down like useless weapons in the mud
But still they fight, and fight, and fight
Until the dark steals their gaze
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Friday, March 30, 2007 1:43 PM
ALLIETHORN7
Saturday, March 31, 2007 10:14 AM
BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER
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