The Soldier of Image

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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.





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aleelee This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 14, 2009 at 7:23 pm
i love the way this flows, its really good
 
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