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More battles and shots that rang
Listen to this song while reading this piece of work at a slower pace: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGlIDlOqurA
5th time the sun rose again
Sweet smell of salted seashores
Grit between my shoed toes
Gunshots still rang, yet the worst was over.
Keeping cover from what I've always known.
Dancing to a melody of my dearest war's diaries
Never letting anyone down.
Never giving up.
To run on the earth and my soles to dig in
To the memories of why I am even alive.
And feel the fire of the shell's arm's reaching
Scraping my words until their harsh exterior washed
Yet somehow my options were on my tags
And my faith was with the wind
Moving where I am needed, and for nothing more
Alone
Silent
Two things that bring bearance
Like the lost cause of your shrapnel
It only exists to tear.
Tear the last bit of flesh I offer.
You will beat it, and wear it. Over my dead body.
And I will never give up.
Or let you lose me.
Because times like these offer few reasons
As to why a world should grow so cold.
I deserve that 5th sunrise
While I wipe the sweat off my brow
And exhale to the hope of a 6th
And for a home on the 7th
And a path written for the 8th.
So you can walk it, and I can cover you.
Forever.
