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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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