Where the good soldier diesA Poem by Secret LullabyI can still hear their screams in my head. The shots fired. The soldires dead. Their faces will always be in my mind. Never forgoten. Always intwined. I try to drink my pain away. But it never helps. It's here to stay. And every time I close my eyes, Im taken back to the place, Where the good soldier dies. © 2013 Secret LullabyFeatured Review
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8 Reviews Added on April 29, 2013 Last Updated on April 29, 2013 AuthorSecret LullabyHell on Earth, ALAboutIt a new year and a new me. I have deleted my old information and have decided to start over. Life is full of ups and downs, disapointments, regrets, mistakes...but all these things make us who were a.. more..Writing
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