robert dove

In the darkness of night
A man stands at his post
A bullet passes by way to close
But this man does not move
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To some death is relief
To others it's a sign
It does not really bother me
Death will come in time
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It's not about race
It's not about size
Love is love
And hard to find
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First to die in a losing battle
will he be remembered
highly doubtful
so now his ghost haunts the shore
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nothing left but empty space
now my mind has been erased
I watch time pass day by day
waiting an watching for her face
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18 years old
No care in the world
Shipped off so young
To fight in a war
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