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Iraq - the words written before it existed called Duty
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Iraq - the words written before it existed called Duty |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Duty On a mountain side I sing To the trees I would bring Wind to drift their gentle boughs To wave for me In my lonely tower That pities the wind that freezes the soul That consumes us naked and whole Looking far into my life Stark staring wind is my knife Plunging into my heart break Wind my friend I am yours to take I will call to the wind that makes a mountain fair I will see my thoughts echo I see you standing there Storms above challenge my regard Dancing on my soul Raining through the shard I call to the wind Explosive as it flows Carry my wish As far as you can go I raise my eyes to your shadow The sun threads between your thoughts I let the grey enveloped me I have no reply I watch the trees wave I watch the darkness in the valley Move to the cherished symbol there And I will shortly join you Facing my own fear I will call to the wind that makes a mountain fair I will see my thoughts echo I see you standing there Storms above challenge my regard Dancing on my soul Raining through the shard I call to the wind Explosive as it flows Carry my wish As far as you can go They look aloft and never see below Unless it pleases them They are the lofty folk The world dreams of them I wait here with the rest Knowing I will die They will die magnificently I bye and bye People will remember them For their sacrifice The towers burnt in flames of smoke Their bodies billowing high I will die with these men Who will curse as they kill That they who want their loved ones Should be fodder for the mill We will die for ignorance And I will die Without my dying words heard My death matters least now Mindless killing while I watch matters Soulless killing destroys the killers and killed Knowing we are the foot Means a lot to us Dying as the foot Means we go inch by inch I will call to the wind that makes a mountain fair I will see my thoughts echo I see you standing there Storms above challenge my regard Dancing on my soul Raining through the shard I call to the wind Explosive as it flows Carry my wish As far as you can go |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
trying to clear the lump in my throat, and the tear in my eye so that I can reply hearing your heart beat, dear poet |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
wow brings a tear to my eye and an ache to my heart thanks  |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I suppose I wanted to capture that people decide to hold a war using others and the poor foot soldiers are the ones who get it and are never known whilst the ones who cause it live off their egos. dave |
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