Stranger
I was young when I fell in love
With a blue eyed singer of songs.
I had no talents to speak of,
But she was a righter of wrongs.
As each year came I became less
In her thoughts and less in her life.
I wasn't much and I confess
There was no chance she'd be my wife.
As in her songs, I went to war -
I'd be a hero with medals.
Maybe even earn the Big Star,
And I'd come home to rose petals.
I lie here now, my face in sand,
With the tears running down my face.
I am a stranger in this land -
They aim to kill me in this place.
I shiver with each tear that falls,
And tells me life has soured.
I found that when my duty calls,
I have answered as a coward.
No thoughts of love or blue eyed girls
Can enter my brain past the fear.
Bullets pass my head in swirls -
All I can muster is a tear
I hope to die a painless death,
I'll take cowardice to the grave.
I did not know with each deep breath
That my life was not one to save.
I was young when I fell in love -
At the time I thought it was daft
Now the bullets whine just above,
I dried the tears, stood up and laughed.
November 7, 2016
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Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2016
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