Can't StopA Poem by Morgan A LynchWrote this one when i was overseas on the sandbox
The smell of gun powder in the air
The ground is shaking The skies are black We are standing in the sand waiting , wondering, wishing we are fighting We don't stop for the picket signs We keep going We don't stop when the bullets fly We just go faster, harder Don't let the tears drop Don't let the feeling escape Don't sleep can't eat just pick up our guns and go The days are hot and the nights are long We don't stop, we can't stop Sitting in the mud with our boots on We clean our guns Not caring what people say we are We just keep going Drop, get down we are hit you say to yourself get up shoot back Can't but have to They are kids we are kids What have we done What have we seen Can't get it out Have to go on Can't stop have to get back © 2008 Morgan A LynchFeatured ReviewReviews
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Added on February 20, 2008AuthorMorgan A Lynchsandbox with cactus, AZAboutI am 24 years old and live in AZ.. I have prob failed every english class that i have taken. I hate to be told what to write and how to do it.. i write from the heart and things that i feel. umm to te.. more..Writing
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