My Friend and soldier Brian,
I’m sorry I couldn’t call your name
But how do you handle the stardom?
And cope with all the fame?
We all owe you so much,
Have so much to be thankful for
You risked your own life
Fighting somebody else’s war
When I look at you and see
inner child so young and full of spirit
I have so many questions about the war
But mostly why you were in it
You almost said goodbye
To your family and maybe a friend
Never thought about coming back
And cutting your lifes end
You went straight into battle
Bombs, blood, guns and noise
Just couldn’t imagine all the destruction
Made by the general’s toys
You hit your mortal shot
Almost started dying
Thinking about your loved ones
And then started crying
Maybe you were scared
Or happy your war was done
But remember how your parents felt
They almost lost their son
As you knew what you were fighting for
When men were truely men
Despite all the horrors that you’ve endured
Without any hesitation you’d do it all again
I look at the world you fought for
And try to figure why
Without any hindsight
You would be so brave and almost die
While searching my soul
I’ve found the answer deep within
Freedom isn’t free
Unless you know where to begin
For most kids their hero
Is either their mom or their dad
But mines a little different
Youre the only hero I've ever had
Author notes
Written May 14th, 2005
A contest entry
- Female Songs Contest by Pinkypants.
300 points, ended June 4, 2005, 3 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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For most kids their hero
Is either their mom or their dad
But mines a little different
Youre the only hero I've ever had
Beautiful ending.
Good luck in the contest,
Miseria -
Wow I love the rhyming scheme here! This poem is very poignant and well written! Excellent write! The best of luck in the contest and thanks for entering
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Wow! This doesnt always flow like some poems, but the content is incredibly emotive and powerful. I love the message, its sad but not dark and incredibly beautiful. It seems to me that this is a poem written to tell a story. As a huge fan of Suzanne Vega, I really appreciate poems that speak for someone who perhaps can't word it themself. I'm amazed by Brians courage...I love it, and I'll put in a good word for you
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Well done
This is a truly fine write and I do like how you handled it. I hope though that he will recover. I feel that more should be done with Saddam Hussein but I doubt it. My nephews are there and that daddy used to sing the other version of it. So that is why I put in give the chair. -
The poem that I commented on was Over Here.
I wrote this poem because I had a friend Brian who went to the war in Afganistan and he got hit with some kind of ammuntion or someting. It burnt his face, blew off his thumb and put a hole in his calf. They used skin graffing and now he looks "normal". The remarkable thing is, He said that as soon as he got better he was going back...
Edited on May 14, 4:48 p.m. because ''.
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