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‘’Burry me with her scarf and a flag,’’ Those words were his last, He lived only in these brag, But he brought peace and made it last, When thieves and robbers came and guns were shot, We all ran into hiding, But old soldier ran out chasing madly, This man was a lot Should you find yourself in danger? With the under men at hand Just scream old soldier and papa onome will take the stand He was fighting in the war When on the delivery bed his wife died He returned with the rejoicing and all He got into his house and cried, Sometimes he will scream randomly His sanity was falling fast He was feared yet he was brotherly When he told stories of the past Stories of war fought in And deeds he had done He told us nothing of his hurting, And why he never stopped to mourn He once said he was empty Staring up to the skies He once said this world is empty, If the dead cannot return to life He battled with life till he was 80, He lived to see onome grow, The girl was full of beauty, But she was a no go as you must know, He was just a common soldier, His rank and pension were thin Till his last breath,old soldier Brought peace and with it everything. EGHAREVBA TERRY{THE PENSAINT} |