Treasure Island

kasarah fichter


Dear Soldier


Dear soldier,
My dreams for you. My dream for you is to one day be able to sleep and not worry about a thing, My dream for you is to dream some beautiful dreams Dear soldier My dream for you is to feel and see life as it was before. My dream for you is to look at a flower and see its beauty as once before. Dear soldier your wife; look at her and know she feels your pain your wife is the most beautiful flower u will see so… Dear soldier please dream a beautiful dream for I hope you because complet again, you may not see the hero I see you may deny the hero deep within thee but the solder that stands before me has Honor courage, lots of pain but one day I hope your pain withers away. The soldier that stands with Tones of pride is a father of five awesome beautiful kids this solder is idealized by all five kids. Each kid has love for this soldier but not just as a solder but as a daddy a daddy that they see so brave so tall they see daddy as there king. So soldier my dream not a command my wish is for you to feel like you again.

Submitted: Friday, June 04, 2010
Edited: Friday, June 04, 2010
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