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Hello friend, Do you see that man on the corner by the street?
He is holding the cardboard saying "homeless and I need to eat."
If you're not too busy, come with me on a journey back to 1969.
It will help you to look past his appearence and beyond his homemade sign.
This is the 1960's, where they thrived on the American Dream.
The women were real ladies, or at least in public thats what it seems.
Today is High School graduation, So much happiness is in the air,
But, These young men have recieved papers, and Uncle Sam expects them there.
Do you recognize the bone structure of this boy standing on our right?
He is the one from the future corner, he was Valedictorian tonight.
So well dressed, and raised up right, his sweetheart by his side.
He has no reason to be fearful of the draft, he is filled with American Pride.
Fast foward, Just a few weeks, to him and his young new wife,
Kissing so passionately, pressing pause on their future, and their life.
He is dropped down in the jungle, amist the sounds of live fire.
He sees injured men being lifted out, as the SGT's on the wire.
Just a young boy of 19, he is scared beyond his witts,
Yet, he completes every mission he is given, he never quits.
He holds the hands of friends, who was cut down in their prime.
Yes, this is the same man, the one you wouldn't give a dime.
He arrives back home, in the year of 1972.
His tour earned him a purple heart, he took bullets for you.
once at home, he is expecting affection from his lover,
but, he has been gone for so long she already found another.
So at 21 years old, this veteran is now a man,
He drinks his memories away, everynight if he can.
He gave an eye, and two of the best friends he has ever known.
He never was told "thank you", and he has nothing to call his own.
If you pay close attention to the newspapers of '72
you will see in the protest, they blamed the drafted soilders too.
so here is this man, young, and broken, yet, still not ashamed.
He proudly answered the call, when the draft listed his name.
Only a fellow Veteran, could even try to understand,
That there are no surviving Vets, a part of them died in Vietnam.
When they returned they expected welcome parties and smiles.
Instead they were placed in a new war, but, it was their uniform on trial.
If you still feel the same as you did before our walk.
Go on about your day, forget about our talk.
But, if you have decided, you can look beyond his sign.
Maybe understand his pain, and give our hero a dime.
There's two orphans in Heaven just walking about the land
Just pulling on coattails, trying to grab a hand
They sometimes look down the wishing-well, beyond the clouds,
trying to find their mommy there walking within the busy crowds.
Each time their tears fall they land right down on me
And it reminds of the babies, whom I never got to see.
So if you're getting tired and your walk here is nearly through,
Please come here and find me, to take these words with you:
Tell them, I do love them and I desire to hold them even now
But I have their brothers here, so my heart doesn't know how
If you see them in passing please kiss them both...Times three
'Cause those two lil' orphans in Heaven, well they belong to me.
Tell them to just keep watching us, and when my time is through,
I'll meet them at the wishing well, and make our dreams come true.
Did you not know,
I needed you so?
why would you ever leave me?
why not let me go?
I sit here in black,
my minds lost all track,
of these strangers leaving flowers for you.
I just want you back!
I am brushing your hair,
they are starting to stare.
must feel bad for the daddy's girl.
this is so unfair!
Now the men are packing your box away.
"I am so sorry for your loss" they say,
but their sorry doesn't give me my Daddy back!
Now with whom can I play.
Mom's so lost in tears,
While I am stuck in fears.
we never even talk to eachother anymore
I just wish you were here.
Here I sit alone.
Talking to your stone.
It makes no sense to hug your dirt and cry
But, at least it's better then going home.
Freedom vs Opinion
I find that in these times, in our countries newest 'reform',
That we have lost sight of our nations reason to form.
our ancestors came here to obtain the rights for you and me,
Now I wonder if they would still consider this nation as free.
I am aware our gun control polices are ineffective at best,
but, it wasn't the gun, it's the shooter, that failed the moral test.
The very same cities, who uphold the most stern of gun laws,
have the highest rates of murder by guns, doesn't that seem like a flaw.
The law doesn't work, because criminals do not go by the book,
it will be only law abiding citizens unarmed, it needs a second look.
The author of the bills, aren't even educated on the right terminology,
I wonder, how they purpose a bill in wrong terms, what's that ideology?
An assult riffle means fully automatic, so they are already banned,
but, the sandy hook shooter was equiped with TWO PISTOLS on hand.
It's not that I don't grieve for their mothers, I am a mother as well.
I can only pray noone else has to live through that hell.
I'm not saying It wasn't horrible, it was, but banning guns isn't right.
Just to clarify that it isn't the weapon, it's the one holding it tight.
A gun takes no action against people of it's own free will.
It has to be aimed and fired before it makes a kill.
This argument is not being made out of my own personal greed.
I just want to have the right to have my own protection when I am in need.
This is the last point and example, that I will give to you for today,
The L.A. riots; what if the innocent bussiness owners, had their gun rights taken away?
How much human blood, would have covered those sidewalks,
we need to address that the law unarms only law abiding citizens, in the Washington talks
To the world you may be just another face,
but, for me, you are a true saving grace.
Your lips are sweet honey, I am a little bee.
Without you beside me, I cannot be free.
You're as strong as a spartan warrior, you protect my heart,
How much do I love you truly? well, where do I start?
Each morning, waking up, looking into your deep brown eyes,
I see something more beautiful then dew, on a rose, at sunrise.
No amount of treasures, in this world, or all the galaxies in space,
Could ever buy my loyalty for you, or even a day without seeing your face.
you love me strong, you love me true, you're my soulmate with no doubt.
and all your love and affection, is something, I cannot live without.
It's an addiction really, I depend on the true passion that we share.
It's almost pathetic how I long for any sign of emotion that you have to spare.
I have heard people say "my heart skips a beat" before, but mine nearly stops.
I can barely breathe yet I still wanna scream " I love you!!" from mountain tops.
I am writing you this letter, to try to help you to understand.
There is no one in the world, with whom, I would rather give my hand.
I wonder how things work, up there in the promised land,
I am willing to bet that your party there this year will be Grand.
Maybe there are other angel's tying up balloons and lighting chandeliers,
The love up there is more fullfiling then any we can find down here.
I bet you can dance now, and stand and walk all on your own.
I bet you sing amazingly, and you never have to sing alone.
I bet you have great discussions about all of us you left behind,
I just wanted to let you know, we are all going to be just fine.
See we are more blessed than most others ever get to be,
they wouldn't understand unless they felt love like you gave to me.
so Beautiful, so sweet, you were and are perfect in every way.
and I just wanted to say I miss you, and Happy Birthday!
Don't worry about us down here, you just enjoy your big day.
because, "I'm turning 21 with Jesus" is something we can only dream to say.
our tears aren't from sadness babygirl, this I hope you know.
It's just it's hard for us all to have a love so sincere and then have to let it go.
But, you go on back to your party and dance with your grandpa once for me.
and just know that I am happy for you, these tears,.... well sissy they are for me.
I love you bunches babygirl, there isn't anything I wouldn't give for another chance,
to just swoop you up into my arms, and have another dance.
I know I can't just yet but, please know I honor the memory,
of those days I was dancing with the Angel the good Lord sent to me,
I know that time has passed now, what was loaned must be sent home.
Just it's hard on your Birthday.... for us not to feel a little alone.
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At night, I go walking to find you,
I walk the whole night through,
Just to find you babe,
Even in my deepest of dreams,
I'm still searching it seems,
I got to find you
you're everything to me
Darlin do you remember,
the old days together,
how we used to love and laugh
those were the very best days that I ever had
I need to find you
I will keep walking on and on...and on,
Until my feet are gone.
oh baby it's true
I just gotta find you
I need to see your beautiful eyes,
I could kiss away your cries
I was a fool, this is true
I need to find you
So if you see me out there tonight
sleepwalking in the moonlight
It's me trying to find you,
I got to be dreaming, to find a dream girl, so true
And if you should ever
want to sleepwalk together
I am right here baby waiting for you,
I love you so true
I have so much I need to say,
I know I was wrong, to let you slip away.
If you could ever learn to forgive me,
This sleepwalker will be set free.
I will keep searching until you do,
I need to find you.
I regret that day,
I let your love slip away
I will spend the rest of my life being true
please just let me find you
I have never met an Angel sent here to save me,
I have known a few great souls but they always leave,
Be it by the changing of pages within the book of fate,
Or by the cold harsh clock of death, never arriving late.
There are scars inside me on my heart written on my soul,
But when I am near this man I feel as if he can chase away the demons taking control,
He is the candle burning in a dark dungeon, the one who lights my path,
When I am too weak to walk, the assaulting demons are left to face his wrath.
My lover, my friend, my husband my man,
To love me, to comfort me, he does all that he can.
When it comes to his love no greater honor bestowed on me.
For I have never met an Angel, but he is as close as I will ever see.
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shhhhh!!!! I am laying here under the bed.
Daddy is drunk and he hit mommy in the head
I can see her eyes open, but she doesn't blink.
I am safer here hiding with you I think.
Are my legs showing? I don't want him to see.
what? Do you think he will do that to me?
Mommy was screaming, I am sure someone heard.
We will be safer right here, if we don't say a word.
I know you are! I am scared too!
but, you hold me, and I will hold you.
I hear the police, but don't make a move.
Daddy is acting like he has a point to prove.
I know it's gross the blood is running on our arms,
but stay here and stay quite and we won't be harmed.
Just close your eyes, and we won't be afraid,
Just until after the cops do their raid.
I know, I forgot to put on my shoes!
but I just got under here to try and find you,
I heard daddy come in stomping and screaming all about.
Mommy pushed me under and said " don't you dare come out!"
That's when I heard the slap and saw her feet try to run,
but it was no use, because he hit her with the gun.
Oh no! How will she ever get all that blood from her hair?
Maybe she will clean us too, Mr. Teddy Bear.
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My heart keeps pounding hard inside my chest,
I got to stay quiet, I am doing my best.
Not sure how I came to be in this room,
judging from the screams around me, it will become my tomb,
I can't see much, it's pitch black, except a crack of light through the door,
I keep slipping on blood all over the floor,
He has heavy feet, I hear him walking about,
I hear him giggling as the other girls scream, cry and shout.
I get a funny feeling down deep, and I am filled with fright,
this is the man from the bar, last night
I don't remember how I left but I remember the place,
no one went with me, I have disappeared without a trace.
My friends warned me from dating online,
I shrugged them off saying "it's fine"
I was stood up by a blind date, but, I stayed for drinks,
Omg! it was a set up! I was set up I think.
I hear whimpering in the corner she sounds like she's in pain,
Maybe she can speak, maybe she can explain.
The light from the moon through the window shows very little in this place,
I grab her hand and ask her, how did we get to this place,
I feel the warmth of her blood, pouring onto my feet,
and I see the bruises, and tares from where she'd been beat.
Her stomach was open and her tissues hung out,
I asked her to be quiet, not to scream and shout.
but she was so afraid she couldn't fight it back,
as we both overheard another woman being attacked.
the screams went for hours, one girl after another,
I heard them cry for God, their dad's and their mothers
Each victim seemed to go through a longer and stronger attack,
I got on my knees and prayed with the dying girl, without holding back.
I knew that this night will be my very last,
so I asked for forgiveness, for the sins in my past.
The door knob jarred, Oh no! he is coming in.
I had to be strong, and protect my new injured friend.
I stood up as the door opened wide, and the lights came on,
I knew it would hurt but, I had to be strong,
He just walked right through me a crowbar in his hand,
I was so shocked, I didn't understand,
How did that happen? My heart was in full race,
as he swung the weapon into my new friends face.
I stood there watching, screaming and crying begging him to quit,
but he kept on and on, when he was done he just spit,
as He walked out of the room, leaving the light on for to see.
I stood there and looked down, upon a dead and beaten me.
the thing about tonight, that haunts me the most,
Is how did I die, holding the hand of my own ghost?