asoldier'shomecoming
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Hello Old Friend,
I just wanted you to hear me.
I think you heard every word, but I see you now fear me.
I used to get nostalgic remembering our talks under starlight
With me I have flowers
I hope everything will go okay
Tears stream down my cheeks
For he that passed away
I sit there at the cemetery
And slowly begin to pray
I'm only alive because of he
sometimes
in those thousand single moments
beauty collides with fate
in delicate injustice-
painful regulation
and the absurdly terrifying sound of stillness:
eyes, once opened,
