Where Silver Tears Do Rust
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The Lone Soldier...2002.
Arm yourself with honesty
Stand proud and do not cry
Arm yourself with courage
Lest you'll meet with your demise
Cut your way through the snake filled vines
Crawl across the burning sand
Brave the harsh winds of reality
Hold your hearts blood in your hand
You will receive no purple heart
For your wounded spirit, friend
Your battle, as well as yourself
Shall be forgotten in the end
Cry out in the darkness
Cry out in the chilly night
There will be no allied forces
To join you in your fight
Drop now, your machete
Drop now, your loaded gun
Your battle's all but over
And still, you stand alone
Disarm yourself of courage
Cast honesty aside
Brave the harsh winds of reality
You've met with your demise
The snakes, they have descended
Their poison fills your veins
Do not cry out in the darkness
No one knows your name
You will receive no purple heart
For your wounded spirit, friend
Your battle, as well as yourself
Shall be forgotten in the end
Disarm yourself of courage
Cast honesty aside
Brave the harsh winds of reality
You've met with your demise...
L.A.McNabb
Wednesday, 01 May, 2002
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
Stand proud and do not cry
Arm yourself with courage
Lest you'll meet with your demise
Cut your way through the snake filled vines
Crawl across the burning sand
Brave the harsh winds of reality
Hold your hearts blood in your hand
You will receive no purple heart
For your wounded spirit, friend
Your battle, as well as yourself
Shall be forgotten in the end
Cry out in the darkness
Cry out in the chilly night
There will be no allied forces
To join you in your fight
Drop now, your machete
Drop now, your loaded gun
Your battle's all but over
And still, you stand alone
Disarm yourself of courage
Cast honesty aside
Brave the harsh winds of reality
You've met with your demise
The snakes, they have descended
Their poison fills your veins
Do not cry out in the darkness
No one knows your name
You will receive no purple heart
For your wounded spirit, friend
Your battle, as well as yourself
Shall be forgotten in the end
Disarm yourself of courage
Cast honesty aside
Brave the harsh winds of reality
You've met with your demise...
L.A.McNabb
Wednesday, 01 May, 2002
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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The Lone Soldier...2002.
The Lone Soldier...2002.