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By rgpage Date: 2009 Feb 10 Comment on this Work [[2009.02.10.07.55.27229]] |
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as children sunrise always meant a new day and war was a game young boys would play. no thought given to the dark tunnel traveled no thought given when tomorrow comes today. the nights were black stars sparkled bright in our younger day when in parks we’d play. no thought given to the dark tunnel traveled no thought given when tomorrow comes today. as we grew older to the prime of life and war was a game politicians would play. no thought given to the dark tunnel traveled no thought given when tomorrow comes today. poised and ready on foreign shore, so brave protecting the slight and weak and waned. no thought given to the dark tunnel traveled no thought given when tomorrow comes today. a rifle cracks and a young man falls his blood turns to mud in the filth where he lay. no thought given to the dark tunnel traveled no thought given when tomorrow comes today. at home that night his family waits , (not knowing at all) for they weren’t there to see him fall. no thought given to the dark tunnel traveled no thought given when tomorrow comes today… …no, no thought given when tomorrow comes today. |