Freedom

by Elizabeth   Dec 8, 2003


The ground is red
The fighting goes on
Till the last man has bled
No one left all gone
The rain comes
Washing away the last of life
The sun burns
Then comes the moonlight
Fighting for freedom
So many good men die
In Gods hands watching thier children bloom
Dieing for a reason,I still cry

August 18,2001

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