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One note A UXO stands for unexploded ordinance, that is any type of ammunition (Mortors and RPG's and the like) that have not exploded on i
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War is an endeavor
Not the overblown exagerated kind of war
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Streams sound serenity
In springs gentle sun.
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((Ello, I have to go to work right now but i stumbled on this just looking and it is something that i really want to write, whether i make
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In the sweet spring sun affair
I run my hand through the crip blue Air
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Under these war torn skylights I dream
and cry in this severed silence that you left in my heart
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With a smile I walked away
From your melancholy
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I am not the soldier in red and black
Or the one that wears a rucksack.
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In the sweet summer sun she cries,
Dreaming of something held so dear.
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Under the deep crimson twilight
And the dream weaved willow tree
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War and peace surround a Place in my mind
My consciousness is Divided in which to find
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June 6 2007
That was my day of fate
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We cried at graduation
Because we knew it was the end
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The jagged hand of time
Is a thief.
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Ducemus.
Was that the last word we shared?
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Endless wars
Forgotten shores
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You leave me
with a Bittersweet
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The hands of a worker, the calluses of a man.
The hard work and grueling pain that no one but he could stand.
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There was a time
Where I could write a song
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Tragically listing the following
It is an unknown lust
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Have we just gone insane
The world is spinning uncontrollably
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This is why I serve,
I serve for truth and I serve for hope
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Am I a burden
that you must bear
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Have you ever dreamed;
Really looked to the stars,
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High school sweethearts
To soldiers
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Today you told me you were leaving
It was like you were saying goodbye for good
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There are times to live / They are all the same / and times to die alone / But in this crossfire / Of this vicioug game / Life begins to gr
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Why? / That was my favorite question as a child. / Why is the sky blue? / Why does the sun come up? / Why does ice melt? / These were all concepts that amazed me / They intrigued me so very much, that no matter wh
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Have I ever been more then ordinary? / My eyes gazing into the midnight orbs won't tell me the truth / As the dew of the oncoming morning gathers around me / And this one question that I don't know the answer to / Dan
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