a life overrating
seeking for answers.
Mothers, fathers,
Guilt is heavy
and fearthless. Endless.

Much to come
much to loose.
Welcome Home,
young boy airborne.
Meet your tune.

Scream if you want,
wont do you any good.
No one is listening in this war.
Its not that far,
world of bizarre,
leave me be.

Deadly ghost
rest at ease,
no more host
for this mad disease.
Violence must stop.

Now and for all time,
like a twist of lime,
blind folded dime,
reach for the sky
and fill your pockets with dreams.

Dreams to remember.

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