Dear Friend
We were friends since day one,
always outside having fun.
As the day would past,
the fun would always last.
Until that day I had to go,
you held me tight and screamed no!
When i go older, i joined the army,
never thought it would be better for me.
I got a letter that said I had to go to war,
when I told my mom, it hurt her like a never ending sore.
you are no longer my friend, you're my brother,
but its a shame we have to fight each other.
Copyright © Tenea Gibson | Year Posted 2006
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