Putting the pieces to a broken solider...
We sit and talk in the midst of the morning light...
We laugh and sigh...an awkward pause,
He tells me how happy he is...
then he stares blankly into the sky.....
The tears,
The pain,
The sorrow...
A broken solider....is left with a tainted soul.
Showing posts with label talking at 3 o'clock in the morning. Show all posts
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Monday, February 18, 2008
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