NOTIFICATION
NOTIFICATION
He left home one bright spring day
So young and free of sin
But needn’t worry where he’s gone
The Army took him in.
He was trained to shoot a gun
To throw grenades and such
Then "Twas sent to Afghanistan
His life not worth so much.
His parents got the telegram
The letter trimmed in black
With wording plain and simple
"Your son’s not coming back."
I peer over the edge,seeing nothing
Eyes and ears wont to describe
What is before me
The ground gives way beneath my feet
Dropping into the abyss of no return
Time has been a blur since I’ve been here
Everything has blurred, save the reality
That I am alone.
He left home one bright spring day
So young and free of sin
But needn’t worry where he’s gone
The Army took him in.
He was trained to shoot a gun
To throw grenades and such
Then "Twas sent to Afghanistan
His life not worth so much.
His parents got the telegram
The letter trimmed in black
With wording plain and simple
"Your son’s not coming back."
I peer over the edge,seeing nothing
Eyes and ears wont to describe
What is before me
The ground gives way beneath my feet
Dropping into the abyss of no return
Time has been a blur since I’ve been here
Everything has blurred, save the reality
That I am alone.
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