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Published On: May 12th, 2008 | 10:05 PM |
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There's a man I know,
Broken to tears,
Been through it all,
In the cool, calm,
wicked wars,
In the cool, calm voice
of my T and V;
My voice of reason.
He's knee deep,
mud bathed and
screaming;
This is what he does.
This is what he does.
And then back home
in the wars again,
Fighting our friendly fire,
Too ashamed and
This is what we do.
This is what we do.
Too fearful, now flopped,
Leaning over that
Gaping viaduct.
This is what I do.
This is what I do.
His ship docked,
His heart pacing,
Panic racing
and in the fog:
This is what he does.
This is what he does.
In the rain and
waiting, looking
sideways for a
love, screaming:
This is what she does.
This is what she does.
He's a man I know,
Speaking in tears,
Been through it all,
But the cool, calm
wicked war,
In it's cool, calm voice
of my T and V;
my voice of reason,
Says:
This is what you are.
This is what you are. |
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