Casualties are flyng.
Bombs are diving and
people are lying...
in the streets bleeding!
my heart keeps beating
then, it all STOPS.
The fight to survive goes stale
there is no longer a need
a need to be at the finish
I wave the white flag.
but it's stuck behind my eyes.
this is the...
the gear that wont unstick
in this cluch of my transmittion
thats driving my everyday need
to be the best that I can be.
RPM's are reving.
and my tires are spinning
yet I continue to go no where...
but here I stand in this street -
with the dying and the dead...
alive,
and I can't think of anywhere I would rather be.
Author notes
I have had this posted on my myspace page but I thought that is is good enough to be placed here. I havn't writen anything good in so long that this was a one shot wonder that I can't believed I pulled off. I like it. It's ok. It's for all those soldiers that are proud to be where they are at because those are the people that make the difference and become hero's. Be proud of what you do when you do it.
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