The Wound Of War
Space I recover, time never A lesson I learned from the war I can heal my wounds and scars But I can’t forget what I saw
The faces of the fallen haunt me The screams of the dying echo in my ears The smell of the blood lingers in my nose The taste of the fear remains in my mouth
I try to find some peace and solace I try to live a normal life But every night I have nightmares And every day I h...
Thursday 31st August 2023 3:43 am
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