Last thoughts
The waters to my country that settle's down east
My country so rich in where I believe
That I would die for, in where I have lived
No matter what happens my love is within
I fight for my country my family here
I don't want to tell them that I have no fear
To die in a battle where hate is consume
To cherish the country in its high blues
Sitting down here as an old foul
Love to be place in the country that rules
And as I rest in the sand
A bomb comes down to land
I look out and see my life faded away
Like water in fire, to the air that blows in my face
And as I inhale my last breath, I look down to my shade
My family so dear, that awaits for my senses
But all that I feel are tears and some shakes
To think of their grief, when they see what became of my faith
But as tears run down, a smile reaches its place
As I die for my country the one I love and praise
10/14/09
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