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|  | no i don't know what i've become
 a monster behind a rifle
 or a hero to the people
 exchange our youth for their freedom
 and they don't even want it
 
 I can't beleieve i'm leaving
 it finally starts sinking
 something i've tried denying
 something i must face as my reality
 
 It has sunk
 I may never return home
 I see the stress building
 in the eyes of my friends and family
 
 This good bye could be my last
 sad realization of regrets I never felt like admitting
 unfinished business
 and god is my witness
 This could be my last
 
 we stand together
 but we're all alone
 biting my tongue I try to hold back
 and shelter the reality
 
 but this is my reality
 and is something each of us must face
 all of us have thought it
 this could simply be
 my last good bye
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