This poem is for my family; The ones who gave me life, The ones who kick me down And make me stronger, The ones who help me up And give me hope to go...
What would I tell my younger self? That is the question in my head. She would be ten So little things on her mind, Not knowing that pain and disaster...
What's that? Who's there? I can barely hear you Over the clamouring of my tears. What's wrong? Don't you see? I built these walls To protect you from...
Let's walk among the ashes And muddy remains of battles fought And wars lost. I know you see them I know you hear their cries. These phantom soldiers...