M's Poetry
We're Not Right
Here comes the war
so fast and furious
mind is trapped in all that I love
how can I ever concentrate?
I feel as though I have lived for so long
being out in this field
I have so much dreamed of home
a safe bed, a free country to rest my head
so tell me, so tell me
cuz I feel we're not right
we're not right
is this our fight?
I thought I knew what I was signing up for
but did I really?
the fine print may have bit me again
these are not my sins
I was told to kill them or be killed
spirit wants to fight
but my heart just screams differently
Writing these letters to home
drenched in sweat and to be honest some tears
it takes a iron clad will
to endure this fear
bombs going off, sirens alarming
the last sleep I remember
was one hell of a bad dream
me in my casket
draped in the red, white & blue
died for a cause that was in vain
not supposed to feel this way
but tell me, tell me
cuz I feel we're not right
we're not right
is this our fight?
I thought I knew what I was signing up for
but did I really?
the fine print may have bit me again
these are not my sins
I was told to kill them or be killed
spirit wants to fight
but my heart just screams differently
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
so fast and furious
mind is trapped in all that I love
how can I ever concentrate?
I feel as though I have lived for so long
being out in this field
I have so much dreamed of home
a safe bed, a free country to rest my head
so tell me, so tell me
cuz I feel we're not right
we're not right
is this our fight?
I thought I knew what I was signing up for
but did I really?
the fine print may have bit me again
these are not my sins
I was told to kill them or be killed
spirit wants to fight
but my heart just screams differently
Writing these letters to home
drenched in sweat and to be honest some tears
it takes a iron clad will
to endure this fear
bombs going off, sirens alarming
the last sleep I remember
was one hell of a bad dream
me in my casket
draped in the red, white & blue
died for a cause that was in vain
not supposed to feel this way
but tell me, tell me
cuz I feel we're not right
we're not right
is this our fight?
I thought I knew what I was signing up for
but did I really?
the fine print may have bit me again
these are not my sins
I was told to kill them or be killed
spirit wants to fight
but my heart just screams differently
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop