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  • Cashy

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Posted 31 March 2013 - 03:22 AM

I bury my head in my hands wrapped with the guilt of what I have done,

I can稚 look at the reflection of the man I have become,

A bag by my left, keys and jacket to my right,

I値l be out of here before the end of the night,

Bag gripped and jacket on,

They値l come looking for me, and I値l be gone,

I devoted my life to a country and a flag,

I should devoted my life to being a dad,

But this all I know to do,

Dead man痴 blood and my history, it値l stick with me through and through,

One last look of the life I知 about to leave behind,

It痴 the life I値l prefer to have stuck in my mind,

Walk out the door into the steadily rising sun,

Out of your lives I知 about to run,

Trading away another year of your life to fire a gun,

What I do saves lives,

But being a father is what I never tried,

One of these mornings, you will look for me,

And what you値l find,

I知 not sure you値l like,

But I値l be with your mother,

Six feet under that oak tree.

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