Another Day.
By: Infamouz. & Cry
Infamouz.- Fist 2 day's.
Cry- Last Day
There will alway's be another soldier dead as the day's go by..
.. & they will all be remembered & NEVER forgotten, in our heart's.
Soldier's Diary - Day 6.
No turning back now, when you've come to far to fair.
While some wish upon death, as there restless in despair.
Time flair's, as i peek the horizon of the mourning sun.
Another day of life, thinking of what wonder's will come.
My heart run's, it beat's somberly with no internal reason.
For war is treason, knowing that it's the begginig of kill season.
Hard, fighting men have died, for no individual point at all.
Bodies scattered, not knowing if you will be the next to fall.
Soldier's crawl, some with no remorse, which is often expected.
Seeing that no one care's for you, many feeling very neglected.
Now the time has come, prepared for it all, as I pier around slow.
Knowing it will shatter many more soul's, but continuing I will go...
Soldier's Diary - Day 12.
It has come down to Many soldier's, brutally tortured & killed.
Even the very skilled, got consumed as they swarmed the field's.
Danger filled, not a very pleasant pressence came with in me.
Some envy, there is nothing I can do, so future I look forward to see.
I wish I can be joyfull & glee. But all I'm feeling is pain & sorrow.
While I strive for the best. Fight for today, to try & live for tomorow.
Our weapon's are borrowed, & we strive for nothing but the best.
Showing other's the stress, while we prove to be nothing less.
We do this for us, our trust, our country & no one can have doubt.
Drifted through many clout's, but for US we show what were about.
Now it's Another Day prepared for it all, as I pier around slow.
Knowing it will shatter many more soul's, but continuing I will go...
Soldier's Diary - Day 18. Last Day.
.. & Yet another day full of sarrow. mournful screams of tomorrow
It seems that the day we leave our sins behind, is a day jesus barrows
It's hard though .. the guns blazing & the hazing of fog in between
The scene is far from the greatest of things one would've ever seen
We try to be redeemed ..the soldiers & I. but we're left in mudholes
Left so silent and suddle to cry. wonder why our families haven't written
It doesn't seem fittin` to be missin` our family already, but we stay steady
Because as grenades & bombs drop, we know where our lives are heading
Our lives are heading, like the tops of stories. an introduction to a world
Our plans are unfirrled like the blankets covering us are folded & currled
We march away, but instead of feet we lay head to heels on our backs
We feel relapsed through time, the sweet sublime reaches the flask ..
Pour & stack the drinks ..because we celebrate as soldiers now ..you'd think
& as our bodies lay under the black tarp like sheets, our families don't blink
The brink of ashes, the bloody masses, bodies piled atop one another ..
We were soldiers, we belonged to families, & the United States was our brother
There will alway's be another soldier dead as the day's go by..
.. & they will all be remembered & NEVER forgotten, in our heart's.
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