Jeffrey Hilton Poet Ballad

Blood On the Moon

BLOOD ON THE MOON
 
WRITTEN BY JEFF R HILTON  OCTOBER 2019
 
 
WOUNDED WARRIOR
BROKEN WING
CONSCIOUS OF EVERYTHING
MOVE IN SILENCE OF NIGHT
TRAVEL LIGHT
THE HOURS BURN AWAY
RIGHT INTO THE LIGHT OF DAY
KEEP ON GOING
OR DIG IN AND STAY
 
HE LIVES EVERY DAY
LIKE IT COULD BE HIS LAST
CLOSE YOUR EYES
AND THERE'S THE PAST
HARD TO LEAVE BEHIND
YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE IT BEHIND
IN SO MANY WAYS
HE'S STILL
OUT THERE ON THE LINE
 NOSE TO THE WIND
BATTLE READY SENSES
THERE'S SOMETHING
COMING IN
 
FOR GOD AND COUNTRY
FOR GOOD OF MAN
THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID
IT WAS NEVER THEM
THAT WOULD TURN UP DEAD
A LITTLE BIT OF PAY
FOR A PRICE ON YOUR HEAD
AND INTO THE FIGHT THEY WERE LEAD
 
AND JUST LIKE THAT
THE WAR MACHINE WAS FED 
BLOOD ON THE MOON
A BLACK EYE ON THE SUN
RIGHT THERE IN THE MIDDLE
A WAR THAT CAN'T BE WON
 
BACK TO THE START
ITS FALLING APART
GOING IN CIRCLES
A NOT SO MERRY-GO- ROUND
A BOY TO A  MAN
IN AS MUCH AS 
HE COULD STAND 
WITH THE END
ALWAYS THAT NEAR
LIFE BECOMES
A LITTLE MORE
 THAN IT EVER WAS

EVERY OUNCE OF ENERGY
GOES TO 
KEEP YOUR HEAD
ALL THE THINGS
NOBODY SHOULD EVER SEE
BURNED INTO MEMORY
BLOOD ON THE MOON
A BLACK EYE ON THE SUN
THERE'S A CROSS
FOR EVERY MOTHERS SON

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