I Comeforth
From watered womb burst
From poppied fields sprung
I Comeforth
With Penance scarred skin
Fines of blood given
My keeping bondage loosened
I Comeforth
Standing attentive in destiny's battle
Fighting fates torrential onslaught
I Comeforth
With armored soft and wounded heart
A soldiers eye for dying
I Comeforth
In the spring of new growth
Reticent tears of rebirth
I Cry
As I
Comeforth
Copyright © Luke Zaiger | Year Posted 2011
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