The Shores of no Sorrow

June 1, 2011
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He walked the shores,
For the very last time,
reflecting on the sight,
all the boast in one line

His mates and fellow soldiers,
All talking and Mourning,
"Why was it his death?"

The crackling quick fire,
of the leaping gun,
Looking at his mates,
Saying his time is done

Why is it we sorrow? Why is it we regret?
But I no, he's someone I'll never forget.
A Solider at war, a husband at heart. I no as a Hero, he and I will never be apart.

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