Savour the last hit for me
In reminder of days that were
As he lay dying
Fading away in the light
Knowing that it was his end of days
No more shall he come around
No longer shall he be invited near
I don't want him around
And I don't need him around either
And he knows it
Not to say the war shall be won
For many are battles to come
But this one I must make
Head strong like a naive soldier
Because I have been stead fast like an army general
And the is no sign of accomplishment here
Maybe if I charged at it headstrong
My consciousness will guide me where I am lost
For how can I always be wrong
And not once atleast get it right
#Peace. 06/04/15
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