This time at home has given me something back...
I used to write lyrics deep thoughts and poems and stuff like that.
Long has it been,
so long I'm at a loss of words
damn ....
How long has it been?
I'd say since highschool
before I decided I'd rather do drugs and drop out to be cool.
Grew up joined the Army and had no time to vent.
no outlet.
just be the best fucking
soldier I could without relent.
When my father passed every now and then..
I would write.... tear up....and tear it up give up again...
I am no soldier anymore..
saw my part...
participating in war.
I have plenty to be thankful for.
I am moving on and digging deep for a reason to live that has bewildered me...
Until the day my son was born...
now I know what my dad meant when he said "you will know your purpose before you know you're own".
A wise man was he.
thank you for letting me find the my words as I struggle to find me.
©crash33
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