I hated war, I'd always hated war.
They drafted me and took my life away.
The last memory that I had before
My mind exploded was my daughter's play.
They drafted me and took my life away.
The last memory that I had before
My mind exploded was my daughter's play.
Her hair outshone Fort Knox. She hugged me tight.
"I love you, Daddy." Then she and my wife
Returned to "normal", praying every night
That I would come back home with limb and life.
And I killed men. My tears drowned in their blood.
But soon my soul no longer could make tears.
Only emotions, surging like a flood
Eroded me away. I fought for years
And finally returned with life and limb.
But as they said, "I don't recognize him".
Ember says: there's more, but I don't want to post it if it'll just take up webspace. However, if people are reading it...and letting me know that they're reading it...
