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Raging Stars Category: Poems
Current mood:
contemplative
(Raging stars.)
I remember sandstorms and sun... I remember when it was life or death to run.
I can still smell the burning and blood... I can still smell the smoke of the gun.
I can see the tracers flying by... like raging stars race’n across the sky!
I can hear the voices of those about to die... my love for them was larger than life.
Oh and I still feel the sand in my eyes! ...the blazing sun and sorrow that cuts like knives.
I can laugh because I see young men’s smiles... I kept on livin but they been gone for a while...
Still got the boots that walked so many miles! ...they dressed my feet for all the pain and trials...
I can still shed me some tears... and to them boys I’ve offered a thousand beers! ... alone at night out where nobody hears.
We sure saw a lot and I never wanna forget... all that mud, blood and sweat. Those times that shoulda had a guitar... seeing tracers fly like raging stars!
If yuh asked me to do it again... I’d try once more to bring back some friends...
Some died at home away from the fight... I love em still whether they done wrong or right.
When I lay my head down at night... I’m still smoking smokes trying with all my might... to remember every name that ain’t here... Tell me boys, have you got’n any of my beers?
The best and worst hangs heavy on our hearts and’s burnt behind our eyes... when remembering tracers like raging stars across the sky.
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