Wednesday, 15 June 2011

The Last Good Bye by Cal Kyle


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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