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by Timothy May 16, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Tranquility means to me, absolute frenzy; How can peace abide, With this soldier's weapon at his side? A battle waged, against the depraved, Another day of democracy saved; Although the enemy's enormous, and I am small, I stand, as my comrades fall. Explosions and ricochets, my best friends die, But a man cannot cry; Fate had me long ago, Destined to be this bleeding and shaking hero.