Fear of the unknown
Our lives undone
Fire burns on
But the hero doesn't run
Facing the flames
He calls out his loved ones names
No room for loss
But loss is sometimes exactly the cost
Maybe sometime the hero should run
Maybe the soldier puts away his gun
Why waste bullets on this
It can all be healed
By just one kiss
A soft touch to the wrist
Causing a smile to appear
Then only fight to keep it there
Fight only to keep it there
Unknown to fear
-Elane Taylor-
As we fight we die
While we live we cry
Horrors and pain
Over soldiers slain
Not just soldiers but people with lives
With sons, daughters and wives
There not just another chess piece
For without them all hope would cease
Our military is not just a whole
Each man has a role
The loss of one should be the same as the loss of all
We should morn those who died at our nations call
Not just go on with our day
While we ignore the price they pay
We live in our little sheltered existence
Ignorant of what goes on in the distance
People die for our way of life
And we repay them with strife
2/26/09
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