Stripes and stars,
Battle wounds and scars...
On the pavement, My Leg Detached Foot
Embodied to myself through Flesh...
Point me to the right direction,
So I can properly depict the nation...
Today we remember the soldiers
who have died...
This is the roll call for the people who care.
Shout to be heard! I know you're out there...
I Can Only Imagine
Leaning against an old gnarled oak tree...
Tall and beautiful
green and brown...
August
Can't we just rip that month off the calender...
What to do what to do
A question I often ask myself...
This desert seems forever,
The sun shines upon my gear...
As he packs up to ship out,
Hoping to make it home, to see his brother go to...
Finally he can rest,
He made it, he can live in peace...