

Was I There?Some days I stand and turn to watch The empty field, the rolling hill And ask myself the simple words: Was I there? Was I there?Was I There?
To watch the peace, to hear the song Of gentle Sparrow, Seems so wrong. To bring it back, to re-mind me Of that battle one winter's night.
A life so full can be so empty for the lost life, for the many. A hatred now, of forgotten foes, Can turn to love, of shared woes.
To fall before the cannon's wrath, Can lead to more, to greater things. But for some, it still remains, The scars of life, the fears o
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Running through the Nordic snow,
my emotions freeze to nothingness,
unable to fly I cry tears of pain...
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If you have some free time, I'd love it if you would check my gallery to see some of my poems. <3 Spice.
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