How can you tell me that you have decisive plans
And lives in hand
To commit a equivalent exchange
For your personal gains
That with your Machiavellian goals
And lives you hold
You intend to play a game
With lives and names
Against false causes and claims
And with my heart inflamed heart
I hold dog tags and hopes
That unto me doesn't return a corpse
Or a body Lacking a smile
Dismembered mind body or soul
And all the while i pray
That he returns the way he left that day
Save the tears
And having not experienced my fears
Of him in certain situations
I just pray i get my brother back the way he left
And Junior as well
With only stories to tell
Of how much un they had
Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock
1 comment:
This makes me want to cry. I pray he comes back the way he left too.
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