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Bakersfield, CA, US
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A Painted Box
For years away from my family,
I fought with others across the shore.
We fought for honor and glory,
we fought for freedom, honor and more.
At night we would sleep in the bushes,
covered only by leaves and by grass.
Sometimes I would just lay there thinking,
about the home far away from my grasp.
I went there with pride and with honor,
with my youth and sweet innocene too!
Scared and afraid I fought hard,
as my country had asked of me too.
At times with no understanding,
especially when friends I'd made died.
Why were there and still fighting,
in those bushes those leave and those vines?
Still we did as we were expected,
we fought for freedom and rights,
we fought for our lives every second,
then we'd pray for a glimpse of some light.
In the darkness I can still see the horror,
those faces of the thousands who'd died.
And how I came back home to this anger,
and a country who for us never cried.
Our honor and pride we were stripped of,
I can look at no one with my head held high,
and all those promises they'd made,
were erased when the ink they used dried.
Today IO'm sick and I'm hungry,
and my home's in the ally out back.
In an old cardboard box that I painted.
I'm ashamed that I live there like that.
I went and I fought for my country.
I lost my friends, my family and pride,
You I came home to find I'd been abandoned.
Degraded spit upon, they'd lied.
Those promises they'd made now forgotten,
like soilders who die off in war.
Those who are now left in dark allys,
invisable to their country they cry.
When I find myself sometimes weeping,
for the friends I'd lost in the war,
sometimes I think they were so lucky.
They were never touched by the hatred and scorn.
They died with thier honor and glory,
rememberd by a wall made of black.
They'll never live hungry in an alley,
in a cardboard box that they had to paint up like that.
With tiny hands and tiny feet,
they are precious and full of life.
As they learn to talk and learn to walk,
we watch over them with love and pride.
Each smile each wink,
each tender kiss,
are more precious than the last.
They are the gifts we're given in life,
They are the angels we're lucky to have.
Didn't I Tell You I Would
I miss you
more than I ever thought I could.
You underdstood me
the way only you could.
It's not fair like this
you should still be here
There's so much you had left to do
places to appear.
People who loved and miss you
still needed to see your face.
More time to talk and visit
now all that's just been erased.
I knew I could trust you
with a solution to my search.
You always had my back
even if things got worse.
I hope you knew I loved you
more than I thought to say.
I'd trade you places if I could
I promise any time any day.
I miss you
more than I thought I would.
You were truly someone special
that touched us like only you could.
Did I tell you that I loved you
as often as I should?
Did you know it
had I told you often enough so you would?
I love you
you were special.
Beautiful and good.
I miss you now and always
didn't I tell you that I would?