Calling Time
Like a wounded soldier..
Crawling through the lines...
I hold my hand out to you...
But your too far away..
Almost blinded by the blast...
I look into your eyes..
Don't let a tear drop fall...
My arms are aching...
Dragging this bloodied..
broken down body...
Across the muddy ground..
I need your arms to to pull me free..
My legs are numb..
Have lost all feeling...
Are you coming back to me....
Don't leave and walk away...
I'm deafened by the sound of war...
Please loudly call my name...
and let me know your there..
My heart is beating with retreat...
Let me leave this battlefield..
I'm coming home to you...
My final breath has left me..
I'm dying in your arms...
Wrap them tight around me..
and take me to my maker....
Copyright © Stephen Blencowe | Year Posted 2011
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