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Created on 9-1-07
Dust fills the room As I gaze at it.
The Red blood drips as I hold it.
The White angels places his hand on my shoulder as I weep.
The Blue Sky Opens as I close My eyes.
I have given What I could For this flag.
As have my friends. Fathers. And Grandfathers.
This flag is What I hold dear.
Freedom Isnt free.
The Red blood drips as I hold it.
The White angels places his hand on my shoulder as I weep.
The Blue Sky Opens as I close My eyes.
I have given What I could For this flag.
As have my friends. Fathers. And Grandfathers.
This flag is What I hold dear.
Freedom Isnt free.
Please Login to post comments| On September 1st 2007 akrovaz Said : | |
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that really is sad that freedom isn't free. Great poem though. |
