This doesn't need any further explanation
warm flame
Burning for
a cause unwinded
Fighting for
a goal so empty
Lost for eternity,
far away my dear.
You claim you're prepared
to fight.
But yet
your head bends
upon your grave task
Your fingers
shaking
as if they know
they are soon to be killed with
Killed with
for vengeance and glory.
Have you forgot
the sweet language
spoken by
touching of hands and lips?
Now lost in translation
You're gone
I cannot
lead your steps
through the mist.
You chose your gun
I can no longer
save you
from yourself.
Poetry by -embla-
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Written on 2006-11-17 at 00:09
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The soldier
My dear,warm flame
Burning for
a cause unwinded
Fighting for
a goal so empty
Lost for eternity,
far away my dear.
You claim you're prepared
to fight.
But yet
your head bends
upon your grave task
Your fingers
shaking
as if they know
they are soon to be killed with
Killed with
for vengeance and glory.
Have you forgot
the sweet language
spoken by
touching of hands and lips?
Now lost in translation
You're gone
I cannot
lead your steps
through the mist.
You chose your gun
I can no longer
save you
from yourself.
Poetry by -embla-
Read 536 times
Written on 2006-11-17 at 00:09
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