Through tattered land and Gun fire day's,
Of things of which no one should see,
Through terror nights and shaking dreams,
Living through things that are not make believe
I am blessed you made it back to me.
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Through tattered land and Gun fire day's, Of things of which no one should see, Through terror nights and shaking dreams, Living through things that are not make believe I am blessed you made it back to me. Author notesI don't care what part of the world you are from the world is what it is, And their is no greater blessing then having your loved ones back from war. In a listA contest entry
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