Soldiers cry out to their families,
Hoping one day to actually be free.
Being at war has a fear,
Wanting to be free and in the clear.
Hoping one day to go home,
They want to hear their family on the phone.
The families are waiting for their loved ones,
Wondering if they are ever coming home.
Only some know the feeling,
Because they also have loved ones out.
War leaves some to die,
And their loved ones are left to cry.
The warriors that are safe,
Are only left with something to chase.
Hoping one day they will be free,
To come home and not be at sea.
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Poems
PoetryI've been told that I should write some poems about different things I believe in well, here goes nothing. ENJOY!!!
