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 come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
I saw the stars that shine
When I looked into your eyes.
I felt the pain inside
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.
It's full of anger, pain, and regrets
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
When I am hurt
And broken apart,
When I have no purpose in life,
You tell
A wish for lots of birthday fun
To last until the day is done.
Hoping that all yo
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
