...And I remember that day....
By WiseOldJames
The bullet screams towards me From amisd a misty marsh And I remember that summer day Thats the killing starts My friend had laid next to me A bullet in his chest He coughed up blood ,in a flood His soul then laid to rest And I remember that summer day In which I became a man I wept in tears for many years But fought bravley For nothing but landI made this one about war, from the perspective of a solgier <--spelled wrong i think. I wrote it in my Algerbra clazz Written January 13th, 2002 © on Jan 13 2002 02:05 PM PST 10 • 0
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"The bullet screams towards me..."