What man sees are the bars they are building for...
© Copyright of Ben Blackburn - Known as...

Every word I write
Every sum I figure out...

A few hurtful words
said in great rash...

How we look upon war
as a grevious mistake...

Shades of green
adorn the rolling lands...

My head full of regret,
as I sit here looking back...

To the forgotten Tommy,
the boy that was known by all...

The impending future,
which we all refused to believe...

The dormant north wind
lies low...

O how the hopeless may dream,
of a better tomorrow...

Love has lost its innocence.
its warm, fuzzy feeling...

Remember a Hero,
for what he had to give...