Our Brother is Dead
dark skies surrounded us
we sat and waited on the ground
smothered by the dust
but we dared not make a move
for the enemy was coming near
ready to slaughter us
and take all thats here
leaving us with nothing
so they came on us hard
with swords soaring
and we still stood guard
against all odds
they pillaged our fields
and crumbled our forts
and we never did yield
or even think of retreat
we stood strong among them
almost too strong indeed
thats when they shot him
and i sall my brother fall to his knees
i ran through the field save him
yet my captain yelled and said
he ain't comin back son
our brother is dead!
my eyes were swollen with tears
as i swallowed the load of pain
my best friend through all the years
had fallen on the battlefield today
by
Smittyposted on 03/27/2008
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