Uncounted Tears

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So many wars,
So many wounds.

So many deaths,
With so little purpose.

Counted in millions,
Are the deaths of men.
But counted in infinites,
Are the tears of a family.
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I dreamt of my dad,
Fighting for our country.

I dreamed of him,
Up, above the clouds,
And down, below the ground.

I had always taken for granted,
That my dad would return.
I had always taken for granted,
The family we had.

I dreamt far above
The realm of reality.
But now I cannot go back,
for my dad has died, valiantly.

He was commemorated,
After the war.
His death was honored.

But the death inside me,
Will never be.






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