Warzone

Listen:
Wouldn’t it be grand
If I could get away
Get away from here
Spread my wings of gladness
Of every love I’ve felt
I’ve had
Of people, places, events
Still-shot in the frame of my life
My mind
Lift off on every hardship
The sadness and the pain
Heart-break
That somehow made me stronger
But only in retrospect
At the time I thought would break me
Break me down to nothing
And sail on future hopes and dreams
The promise of tomorrow
Of something more than just
The change in my pockets (with holes)
The boots on my feet
The M-16 in my hands

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