The last poem I wrote before I got into novel writing |
He left at 8:00 A.M. That's when my brother left me that day I asked him why He told me not to live life in dismay Because he would return to I He left at 8:00 A.M. As he stepped upon that bus I simple wished to grab onto his arm And beg him not to leave us For I never wished to see him do harm He left at 8:00 A.M. For our country he will fight Far away from home And I pray for him every night That he shall never be alone He left at 8:00 A.M. Oh how I wish he was here Because I see the death on the TV And oh how I fear That his face I shall see He left at 8:00 A.M. I watch how our leaders speak And I wonder if the real know The pain this war will reek And there is no knowing how far it shall go He left at 8:00 A.M. I recieved a letter today My brother I shall never see How I wish there was more to say Because of him I am free Listening to all of the strife Continuely messes up my life Why him and not me Was there something I didn't see When will it all be clear When can I wipe away this tear How I wish this was all pretend But the truth is I lost my best friend But you know it all ends the same way Only one thing comes to mind when I look back on that day You see...he left at 8:00 A.M. And he'll always be in my heart And that shall never part |