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With this satchel I carry
I carry my heart
keeping the men I work on from falling apart.
On the boody gound
In the cold I pray
Hoping for the war to end one day.
With this satchel I carry
It holds my sanity
And on the field, saves all of humanity.
This quiet, gentle soul
Hopes not to come to harm
Whose only crime is the red cross band on my arm.
An easy target
As the bullets whiz by
I hold my breath, and wait to die.
I know it's coming
So take me now
Save them the trouble, just take me down.
Keeping your name
On my dying breath
Quick and painless, a silent death.
- by arctica moon |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/03/2008 |
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- Title: medic
- Artist: arctica moon
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Description:
war poem written for a history/english class.
Inspired by the movie Saints and Soliders. - Date: 10/03/2008
- Tags: medic saints soliders
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Comments (2 Comments)
- legaya the shadow - 10/03/2008
- hope you got an A
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- ACDCrulesforlife - 10/03/2008
- that is so beautiful i love it
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