Lost In a Feeling
Lost in a feeling,
Thinking of my friends.
Thoughts reeling,
When will this end?
Friends in war,
Endless conflict.
What is it for?
It just kills and raises debt.
For control of oil,
To stop mad men.
So much turmoil,
Why did this begin?
I wish they could come home,
My brothers and sisters in arms.
I know they feel alone,
I wish them well and free of harm.
Copyright © Adam Ballard | Year Posted 2011
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