As The Gun Points To Me..., by excutterxoxo Subscribe to rss feed for excutterxoxo

**((i wrote this from the perspective of a man who wants to
join the army, but if you hadnt noticed by now, just wanna
let you know, i'm a girl who's NOT joining the army, but
lives through it in her writing-luvz to all-happy 4th of
july xoxo))**

Fighting for our independence,
as our fathers fight for our freedom.
Our life is in the hands of God now,
we trust Him with our life now as it seems.

Run to the top,
and put up the flag.
Wave it up high,
so it can show off it's colors in the sky.

Battles and battles,
between the rage of one another.
Fighting for our country,
and defending our mothers.

I grew up,
looking up to my fathers.
Everything they have went through,
just to sign the document.

Most of the men today,
work a job,
marry a beautiful woman,
have kids of their own.

But my fathers inspired me to do something great,
something that is beyond a wow.

And as the fireworks shoot up into the sky,
on this one and only fourth of july.
As
  The
     Gun
        Points
              To
                Me...I'm now fighting in this war.

Happy Fourth of July! :D xoxo
Posted: 2010-07-04 16:17:37 UTC

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2010-09-14 17:40:27Autumn Leaves
I like the story this poem tells. Great job!