Dear George

I’m just one more fallen solider, buried in sorrow,

Open wounds festering beneath my chest—

So tell her, tell her please,

Where my true thoughts lie.

I think I’d like to go home one more time,

And see the summer through a child’s eye,

Play on those rusted down swings

Until our mothers call us home.

So Please, before I’m gone,

Tell her where my true heart lies,

The one I’ve hid so well.

I’ve no pride left to swallow,

No tomorrow to live for.

I’m just one more fallen soldier, lost in time,

I can watch all dear to me fade away—

The memories I carry die with me,

Nobody to remember the valley,

Where the roses grow in rows.

And oh, hold my hand in my dying hour,

For one day I thought I’d go back

And pick one of those pink florets

To give to her… What I wouldn’t give,

To see her smile one more time.

What I wouldn’t give to be the one

To make her day, elate her

From dawn to the sun’s final hour.

Leave me here now, a fallen solider—

Leave me to brood over lips

That will never meet.

        DannYetman

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