When a Soldier Falls
When a soldier falls
his heart has died
and all he loved is sacrificed
but with his passing
poeple mourn
and talk about this fallen soul
but in this pain there is regret
and longing eyes and tears of fret
for if he made it through his life
where would he be in tear filled eyes
When a soldier dies, his soul is gone
a hollow shell of crimson bone
And as inferno takes his flesh
he is guided by their prayers
So this soldier burns in hell
Forever scorned by those he loved.
He died protecting what he loved
But by one bullet the lights went out
So he fell and met his end
All thats remembered is his name
A man who stood for a cause he loved
a broken man who died for love.
The Dark Poet Byron
I have looked at my life and saw it play out like a movie on a reel. I'm sorry for everything I have done in my life. For all I couldnt change.
For being human and making mistakes. For not being able to be the man i wish i was. For not being able to see how much i miss you...
For wishing i wasnt me or even looked like me. To be someone even i could be proud of. For wanting to go back to that moment and relive it again, just one last time.
I'm sorry for saying these words because they hurt me to say them. I'm truly sorry for being Byron.
Monday, December 29, 2008
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