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Author Name: FreeThe Dream Ghost 1 Comments
Date Added: June 16, 2013 11:06:04 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
Category: Observances/Father's Day Add To Favorites | Text Only
A Soldiers Journey
I sit here in this chair
Trying to write this letter now
I've written several before
But once the liquor ran dry
& the drugs don't keep me high
I throw away the pages I wrote
Afraid of the world now
Afraid of the judgement the people bring
Judgement's bring forth my pain
I now sing, I sing until the night sky becomes bright
I sing until the day sun becomes moon light
The liquor is still strong yet the powder upon my nose is even stronger
I pray now for something stronger
I say I pray, but it's merely a bowed head
I know not if to whom I pray hears me
Or if he or she shall ever answer me
I know not if my words are receiving
I know not if my actions are bringing forth change that holds meaning
But here I am, 
Lost among the desert
A simple man
Loaded with tools of life & death
A noose in one hand
A first aid kid in the other
Now do I pull the trigger & put down another?
Or do I open up the kit & attempt to repair?
Attempt to heal, attempt to save
I still say I pray but the truth is my hands are covered in blood
I haven't prayed in years, but it's amazing what you'll do when bullets fly by your ears
So here a stand
A lonesome man
Lost in the desert sand
I wish prayers worked
I wish I could see my son
I wish this war would end & I could return
I wish my duty was to my family, not to my country
Not to the commander & not to the commander & chief
I wish the only commander for me was my son & wife when I dream
They say come home safe, we love you
Sam is still here, he loves you
He's starting to talk now,
He see's your photo's & say's "dada"
Never prouder, never have I been given more power
The words of my wife, the words of my life
Bring forth more energy then any drink could do
Then any drug could do, in Kuwait I'll wait for you
My journey is over, my tour completed now home bound
I can honestly say for the first time I feel clear breathing
No bullet's flying, no blood spilled
Only me on base waiting for my own troops now
I sit at the station waiting for the bus
I hear the tires break, I can hear the engine now
Pull up to the station, & open the door
I break down & cry
My son is now 4, he's me, he's my wife,
Finally after four years
I, his father, can be in his life
Sam, I fought for you, you are me, & I am you
Happy father's day son, you are a soldier's dream come true.
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Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on June 16, 2013 11:59:29 AM Report

Dear DreamGhost: this made me cry.  And it sooooo sums up the Dads who are "over there" and the wives, children, families here praying for their safe return.  This is awesome.   


Lady D


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