Monday, November 17, 2014

The Soldier

The soldier marches in the rain
hurrah hurrah
He plays his patriotic game
hurrah hurrah
The bullets burst the colonels curse
The women at home all fear for the worst
And he'll never be the same

The soldier marches in the rain
hurrah hurrah
Collecting on his combat pay
hurrah hurrah
The horns shout out the children cry
The wife at home is just getting by
And he'll never sleep again

The soldier marches in the rain
hurrah hurrah
His head hangs low in dismal shame
hurrah hurrah
The drums never stop the worlds all grey
Left cold and alone forever he'll stay
And we'll never know his name.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Wind

It doesn't matter.
A tree will always stand up,
Like man, against wind.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Mirrors

I can point blame in any direction
Say it's this person or that thing
That causes me so much heartache
Causes me to fail so outstandingly.
But in reality
When all the pride washes off
And I can really focus, see clear
I find myself encased by a mirror
Seeing only what I want to.