Broken and shattered dreams aren’t easily fixed
The speed of life finding the next fix
Laughs, drama and dirt in moments past
The blink of an eye how long they last
Struggles seem so very small, petty, and cold
Until they take every thing you so dearly hold
So my struggle turns to motivation
Like the cry of a beaten but not forgotten nation
Memories of fallen soldiers sway in the midst
Keeping me sharp to this life’s twists
No more pain my heart can bear
Learning in my grief I have something to share
Pieces of that life continue to ebb away
Replaced with strength for each new day
Looking to the clouds and where they roam
Being viewed by those who’ve gone home.
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