World War I
I lived through world war I
in a world i didn't know.
It was a world of ice, rain, and snow,
there were no animals,
and plants wouldn't grow.
The ice was thick.
The snow was deep,
As my heart begins to slow,
I hear the guns in the distance.
As the river continues to flow,
I weaken my resistance.
I tried hard to say no,
But my voice was shattered and weak.
I didn't want to let go,
help was just out of reach.
I opened my eyes for one last peek,
I saw the front line; the people all in grey,
And I saw hurt in there eyes,
witch were glazed and weak.
And as my body fades with time,
I see the people praying to be free,
and for there friends on the front line,
dying to defend their country.
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