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by MyLastBreath May 29, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
The unknown soldier's strangled cry Sounds like the boyfriend's continuing lie. The rain pounds on the glass pane The sadness deep is still the same. And by this unkown soldiers grave We remember the men and all they gave. Their pained yells echoing in my head Floating around me, causing dread. I wish I could help them But they're stuck back then. I wish I could show them hope and love But there is no freedom Without the white dove.