Face to face
Willing to die
Even is isn't life,
Tears on their eyes were love can be found.
When it's just dead or life
Who we are talking about.
A touch on their skin
Where scars are made.
Pain and blood for our country;
Commanded our soldiers for war
Who have given love to their country;
And for us to live on our memories.
Alone kinds playing in the park
Working mothers on their job
Waiting to end this pain
And for their father to come home.
Any support if they die,
Any comfort every night,
Any light on their lives;
Never forget their lost.
Everywhere they go
Remembering their death.
Burning their souls,
Wasting their love
And tears on one part of the floor.
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Poems
RandomThis poems are somethings unimaginable for me, they're the deepest feelings I ever had. Please, read them and understand me as I kept crashing myself with them. I just someone there for me by my side.
