The Soldier of Image

March 31, 2009
By Isaac Lowe BRONZE, Adrian, Missouri
Isaac Lowe BRONZE, Adrian, Missouri
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His name is Private, he's a soul who is always forgotten
His life a joke and his dying future was rotten
He ran away into the place he could hide,
The Army took him in and put him through a ride,
Basics was hell, a place he regreted to be
A chorus he sung,and in the mirror he could see
The man he had become and the man he should be.
The song was simple and I heard it every day
And this is what my friend, the Private would say.
My life, my life it's simple all day
at night the cold fear washes away
they can't kill me or put me to shame
All my enemies are pieces, in this life long game
I am the king about to make a move, to take control
Death to them all, that's their toll
When all is quite and my country is free
I know I have been all I can be
I know my duty is served and my message is all but done
I know I have conquered, I know I have won.

The author's comments:
I wrote this particular piece for my father, a man whom to me is a soldier of image, and an image I hope I can be one day.

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on Oct. 14 2009 at 7:23 pm
mellow_melon PLATINUM, Jefferson, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but my the number of moments that take our breath away."

i love the way this flows, its really good


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