Sam Childers
A drop of blood
Onto my soul
I weep
I am unworthy and weak
A drop of whiskey
To make me brave
The pen has power, but not enough
In my tears I no longer sleep
The voice of a child so soft and sweet
In silence he did speak
Save the children
Dedicated to a man far greater than I
( To be continued, the epic will follow )
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