The Place of My Birth
Born from desert winds
In lonely nights would contemplate
Marching footsteps of other men
Where we of war, pray for fate
In wait, no beauty could have tailored right
How the Milky Way her dress displayed
On those moonless quiet nights
Her stars sung windy whispers at my way
Scorpions danced until the death
Wishing neither had to die
Love the place that has no breath
Who should live them or I
I hated feeling pierced from the thorn
Hated being far from family thoughts
Yet, I learned to love where I was born
In Desert Storm where we fought
Sweep away all the muck
I’ve seen life’s beauty and the waste
At times Marines in place we’re struck
With regrets, madmen I replaced
But not all of it, no not any of it!
In the silent moments from the roar
When quiet came I would sit
The starry nights we’d explore
I implored, glazed at what I saw
Me, showcased in all that art
To the stars I was called
From birth, God would not depart
No I am not alone
In the sky I found my home
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