Jason Pack Poems

I wanna write you,
A poem,
That is felt true,
And known.
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In the early morn,
We hear the horn.
And as we rise,
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The cadets go marching one by one,
Hoorah, hoorah!
The cadets go marching one by one,
Hoorah, hoorah!
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This place is my mind,
A prisoner, you are mine.

The gates are higher than you can see,
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I can't begin to explain,
Why I feel this way.
When I walk into a room,
I can't help but think of you.
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You are perfect

Your blue-green eyes,
Your golden-red hair,
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With the rolling hills,
Made by my own wills.

And the sky blue,
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I'm so broken,
Blood on the floor,
Hate so outspoken,
I can't take anymore.
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I've trained my whole life,
I've had this one dream,
For my country, I fight,
My soul, to redeem.
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Mama, i'm coming home,
Your boy's alright.
My fears are gone,
I fought my fight.
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