When the day is done for the infantry,
they bow their heads and take a knee,
they clasp their hands and start to pray,
that they may live another day,
should a challenge for them ever arise,
they would proudly meet it with open eyes,
soldiers fight with the honor and pride,
moving any fear to the side,
a soldier's family and freedom is his core,
for wanting to ever fight a war.
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Sorry
It is a word
It has no substance
I cannot hold it
Nor can I
Hope is in the springtime,
When the first bird of the year chirps.
When the first
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
Walking in the shadow of fear,
drowning endlessly by a single tear,
running along
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
We all have many types of friends,
And in our lives, they come and go.
But if we
So many people live around you,
But not all get close to your heart.
Some become
We are often greatly bothered
By two fussy little men,
Who sometimes block our pa
